How It All Began
And then some...
It started with dreams
Day Dreams to be more specific.
So, I was that kid that sat in the middle of the classroom and looked out the window. Not really paying attention to what the teacher was saying. Not because it wasn’t interesting, but because she was taking too long to say it. He-he!
So, after being told to PAY ATTENTION, I would start writing into my notebook. Little stories about monsters under the bed or knights coming to the school to declare that it was time for recess. Oh, yeah, this was way back in Elementary School.
Then one day, we were taken to the cafeteria for a speech from a special guest. Please, don’t ask who the special guest was. This was two decades ago and I truly don’t remember.
But any-hue, after the speech we were given an assignment. To write a story.
And, of course, I wrote a story about a monster that lived in the alley beside our precious school. A monster that fought for fun, fairness, and cookies for all. A monster that was disturbed by a kid inside the cafeteria who was bullying another child. The monster banged on the window, found it’s way inside the cafeteria through an open window, and took the cookies of the bully to teach him a lesson.
Well, it’s safe to say that I got a star sticker for that story.
I never stopped writing. I would be in my room at home creating more stories in my notebooks or journaling about my day. The good, the bad, and all the in between went into my notebooks.
And, eventually, I went off to college. Um, well, went-off is exaggerating. It was more like a few miles down the road and around a few corners.
But… College is where things got very exciting. I did not study the art of writing but I wrote new stories in new notebooks. I went to the school library and typed them up. I used the available resources to have someone edit a story. That was when I realized that the story I had written was not complete. Oh, heavens me!
And if I wasn’t already, I was finally, unquestionably hooked on writing.
But, in secret.
Why this, why now
I wouldn’t say that my writing is a secret anymore. I would say that I have been more careful with who to share it with.
People can be mean, dismissive, and uncaring. I’ve hit a point in my life where I feel more in power of myself and my passions.
Writing has been my longest active passion, my comfort, my security blanket. Over the years, I have learned what I like to write, how to build a complete story or as some would call it a first draft, and I have done extensive studying on how I would prefer to put my writing out into the world.
And I’m ready to share it with you all.
What kind of community are you looking to build here
Now, I have given thought to this part in my journey of sharing my writing. This will be different from my YouTube and Instagram accounts, which is where I have posted hitting word count goals, sharing snippets of my writing, and posting spoken word pieces.
I want to build a community of people like me and people not like me, who would enjoy the types of content I write. Again… psychological, crime, domestic, and fantasy thrillers.
I’m an introvert but I when I’m passionate about something, I can be a bit long winded. He-he!
I want feedback and suggestions. I want to get to know my audience. I want to read other people’s writing. I love to read. I also love to share other people’s work. This world is big enough for all of us. And it’s big enough for all our stories.
When, how often?
Remember when I said I have 5 kiddos and work 2 jobs? Well, it’s true. My life can get hectic. I do my best not to promise much interaction for fear of disappointing others. That’s an anxiety trigger of mine. Oh, did I not mention that I battle anxiety and depression? Oops, lol.
I will do my best to post once a month. I’ll probably do more than that on most months but from past experiences, even that might be asking for too much of myself.
I hope that doesn’t deter you from staying on this journey with me. But, if it does, that’s ok. I’ll respect that.
