Christmas and the end of the year always have me contemplating my life. So since you're all privy to the inner workings of my mind, you get to come along for the journey.
Today: Why I Started Writing.
Disclosure: I'm not someone who's always wanted to be a writer. When I was growing up, I didn't feel this desire to pen words. In fact, I abhorred English classes and opted out of them my senior year. I went into Chemistry as a freshman in college. English? Writing? Humanities? A big fat "no thank you."
I think this is like, one of the seven deadly sins or something, so if you want to stop reading here, feel free.
But anyway, I didn't want to be a writer. I wanted to teach. You see, I had imagination. I spent hours making the roll for my "class." I wrote kids' names on the board. I gave grades. I was born to be a teacher.
And I am.
It's awesome. I love it.
So fast forward to Thanksgiving, 2007. Well, okay, back up a bit. The August before that I suffered a horrific personal loss.
And I disappeared.
I got up each day and got the kids ready for school. I went to work. I existed. But only in shades of gray, in world with no color, no emotion, no nothing. If you ask me what happened during those four months, I can't tell you.
I was alive, but not living.
My husband would ask me how my day was (as he knew I wasn't whole, but didn't know how to put all my broken pieces back together), and I'd simply look at him. I had no words. Because it was just another day and I had made it through.
So Thanksgiving came. I was going to be 30 in two weeks, so I decided to sit down and write my personal life history (cuz I'm into family history and stuff). And I found that when I sat at the computer and poured words onto the screen, I could live.
And so I finished my personal history of the first 30 years of my life and immediately opened a new document and began writing another story.
And thus, how I started writing.
Because I don't do anything halfway, I've since determined that I want to be a published author. And so I'm pursuing that.
But you know what? No matter what happens in 2010, no matter if I get a book deal or I don't, I know one thing.
I am already a successful writer. Because writing provided a light in a dark dark place when I couldn't find the exit.
And that's better than a book deal.
But I'll take a book deal too, pretty please. *wink*
So, my dearest readers and beloved friends, why did you start writing?