History of the Author

Posted on March 2, 2010. Filed under: About Me, Poetry | Tags: , , , , |

Since I’m doing some more themed posts for the month of March, I thought it would be fun to regale you with tales of my own writing history. Or at least to give you an idea of how I started writing.

For Tuesdays I thought I’d post a little of my own history as a writer for your viewing pleasure. So if it bores you, feel free to read the other posts and ignore the Tuesday ones! 😀 But it’s a little more about me as an author and what I’ve done over the years.

With no further ado, let’s begin!

I’ll go ahead and say that I’ve been a reader from a very early age. I had Peter Rabbit memorized by the time I was 2, and I’d literally stop my mom in the reading if she skipped a part of turned ahead a page. Apparently I was very dedicated to Beatrix Potter’s characters, especially if they had the name Peter.

So I grew up on books like Peter Rabbit, The Monkey and the Crocodile, and Adventures in the Big Thicket. As far as I know, we still have those three books as well because I couldn’t bear to part with them. I figure if I ever have kids I’ll read those same stories to my children.

But my love of reading was fed by parents who like to read and grandparents who love to read as well. And it blossomed mainly due to the fact I’m an only child. With no brothers or sisters to interrupt or play with, I contented myself with reading lots and lots of books as a child and playing make believe on my own. I credit my zany imagination to hours and hours of alone time as a child when I’d come up with story lines that had more complexities to them than what most children dream up.

So if you’re wondering what kind of kid I was, that should give you a clue, but couple it with a perversely outgoing personality, and I was a bit of a handful. I was always thrilled to go to school and daycare and whatnot because there were other kids around; the downside to this was those kids didn’t have the same imagination or vocabulary as me because I was always around adults. Either way, I enjoyed myself, and I learned quickly how to entertain myself in the absence of excessive TV or other playmates.

But my reading bug was something I’ve held onto, and out of that grew a love of writing. Of course, it didn’t really start till I was in middle school. Like a lot of people, I had problems in middle school. It didn’t help that I attended a private Christian academy with very few other students because I managed to become the school outcast.

Can you guess where this is going?

I’ve read that many writers began their craft under great duress, producing beautiful works that draw tears and evoke painful emotions because the writer himself was going through such hardships. Perhaps it’s a bit of a romantic notion to put myself in the same class considering I started as a seventh grader who was incredibly depressed, but I’ll throw in my own frustrations here.

By seventh grade, I’d already been the school outcast for two years, had more people gossiping about me than I cared to experience, and even incurred the wrath of teachers who saw my eagerness to please as vanity. I was the smart kid, too, always bringing in the highest grades and getting on the Principal’s List. And like many smart kids, I learned it was a double-edged sword. No one likes the kid all the teachers praise.

So I started a journal in seventh grade. I still have it, too. It was this bright green, half-inch binder full of notebook paper that I covered in stickers and wrote messages that no one could read what was inside. I’ve flipped through it since then, and it’s amazing what things I wrote. No, I didn’t come up with profound insights about life or anything like that, but I did write remarkably clearly about my frustration and pain.

And when the time came that I really suffered more than I had before, I began writing something different: poetry. Yep, tattoo a couple of stereotypes on me because I surely fit them! But in all honesty, poetry became my outlet when I was hurting and unable to tell anyone about it, and it grew from there.

Now I’d say I have a couple hundred poems I’ve written since then, and my style’s improved dramatically. I started out writing free verse, which I know sometimes catches the more critical eyes as showy and amateur, but I fell in love with it. And my own writing style really fits free verse because it’s a creation of rules by the author rather than someone else. (I’ll post later about how rules and I don’t get along according to my personality type.)

Eventually my poetry writing tapered off, but I still write the occasional poem, and it comes so much easier to me than those first poems did. Though I admit to having a few poems that wrestle with my brain, taking several days to write.

The thing about poetry is that I write it for myself. It’s the one thing I write solely for myself, and it’s the one part of my writing that really bares who I am. I can hide myself in other forms of writing, but poems bring out my vulnerability, insecurity, low self-esteem, and fears in ways that are almost palpable. And I’ve been told my poems also tend to draw those feelings out of others as well.

But I’m going a little too far in this post, so I’ll end it by saying that poetry, for better or for worse, is where my writing adventures began. It’s my first love in terms of writing, and I’ll always have a fondness for it.

Where did you begin? Was it writing journals and prose? Or did you start in poetry, too? Let me know!


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Hooray for social outcasts!!!

I’m a member too! Aren’t all the great writers? I was teased in school. It seems children are cruel no matter the religion. I kept a journal as well, many in fact. I remember how indignant I was when my parents read it. No big deal now, it was mostly angsty nonsense. Just like you, I still have it. It’s a curious George journal with red spiral binding. If I ever become famous, I’ll be sure to burn it.

I’ve always been writing, but what I really wanted to do as a child was draw. I loved drawing cartoons and my dream was to either be the fifth ninja turtle or to be an animator for Disney studios.

Well, I stopped drawing after discovering how terrible I was, lol! But that’s okay, I fell back on my second passion, writing.
My sister loved to write poetry and she is quite good at it too. But now, she’s focused on getting her Masters in logistics engineering.

BTW, I’ve read Beatrix Potter and Peter rabbit.

Hehe. It’s nice to know we have so much in common. Social outcast too, but I never started writing til a few years ago. I always wanted to be an artist, and had visions of wearing a beret crossways on my head while I painted outrageously expensive paintings and got deliciously messy. I even majored in Art for one semester of college. Problem was, I wasn’t very good. Go figure.

I remember in HS, when I was going through my Stephen King phase, that I wrote a short story (flash, but I didn’t know the term then) for English class. All I remember about it was that it was someone being chased by werewolves or something and the last line was “And then the flies came.” lol I remember the teacher telling me he thought I should write, but I blew him off because I had no idea how to start.

Then I came across Nanowrimo 3 years ago. I’d been telling my little boy stories about a character (based on him) called ‘Monkey boy.’ I thought it would be a good way to write them down and give them to him to keep as a present, and that’s how I got started.

And thus the legend was born… hehe

Monkey boy?

That sounds interesting. One of my favorite video games is the original Ape Escape on PSone. Those beret’s are pretty snazzy aren’t they? I feel like if I’m wearing one I should be holding a French baguette wrapped in carving paper.

It’s good your teacher encouraged you. It seems when I got to high school less teachers could give a shat what any of us did… *shrug*

You majored in art history and I took accelerated art history in high school. lol! The “accelerated” part really means schiesse, because our teacher told us she only wanted the kids she liked in the class and that’s why he slapped on the accelerated title.

I have majored in some crazy things like French and German at one point, yeah…what was I thinking?


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