I grew up with an older sister. We had very different personalities, so I was often left to my own imagination. That’s probably where it all started. I always had a vivid imagination as a child, playing make believe and such. I had no problem entertaining myself. Especially with books. I loved reading, still do.
I can remember some of the first books I fell in love with–Goosebumps, Babysitter’s Club. It was easy to put myself in the story. It was an escape for me. Again, still is.
It was in 2nd grade, I suppose, when I truly discovered writing. My class had to write a story, and I chose to write about my mother. Now given, the writing was horrible and barely legible, but it was my first attempt at a “book.” I still have the book in all its gingerbread cutout glory. Out of my small country school, I was one of a few students selected to attend my state’s Young Author’s Conference.
I feel like that was a huge stepping stone for me. The moment that lead to the rest of my writing journey.
Since then and maybe even before, I’ve had a love of writing and telling stories. It’s something I’m passionate about, something I crave, something I live for. My ultimate goal is to share my writing and to make a difference. I feel like that’s my purpose.
I’ve had a lot of support along the way. My family, both by blood and by choice, have been nothing short of amazing, and I will be forever grateful for them. I wouldn’t be where I am today without their encouragement.
That’s my story, my beginning. What about you? Where did it all start for you, your love of writing?