If there is one thing i learned about my childhood, its that i wanted to be a writer. And i wrote a lot of ridiculous stories. If i think about it really, i remember writing stories as far back as i think i could write. before i could write. i was a dramatic child. and now im embarrassed because i did not fulfill my childhood dream of being a famous writer. i guess im only 22 and i still have a bright future.... hahhaaaaaaa. anyway, for your entertainment, i am including one of my many odd stories i wrote as a weird little girl, im guessing i was somewhere between 4th and 6th grade. i stayed naive for a long time.
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In medford, colorado, lives a group of five kids. their names are Blossom, Nate, Madalyn, Olive, and Garnet [wtf? ha] Nate, the only boy of the group, always felt extra special. Blossom was so beautiful! Her long silvery-red hair just dangled past her shoulders. Garnet was the dreamer. She would dream and dream and dream. She had many fantasies. Most very unrealistic. [ i promise nothing sexy here] She always wrote with hearts on her I's and squiggly letters. She was such a dreamer that even when she was madly in love you could not tell- like the time she was in love with Morgan and thought it was very romantic that they had the same name. Olive, on the other hand, was a total TOMBOY. she wrote in big block letters that were real sloppy [at this time i changed my handwriting to be like hers] and she was a terrible speller. Madalyn was a girly girl. [from here on out i can not read my handwriting. then it becomes legible again.]
and there is no plot line, just me explaining characters of different stories, but never finishing them. i had a thing for names as a kid. i had a book of baby names that i found on a book shelf in my house and i hid it in my room and looked through it all the time. I was way embarrassed my mom would find out that i was looking up different names. probably i would make fun of my daughter for what i did too.
i was hiding a book of baby names while boys were hiding porn.
thats all.
1 comment:
Okay, I can't believe I've neglected reading your blog for so long now, but don't abandon your childhood dream! You are definitely not too old to start writing again. I didn't start my first novel till I was 48!
Seriously, CC, brainstorm a bit and come up with a compelling main character and a difficult situation. Start there. Any good story begins with what they call "an inciting incident," something that upsets the main character's life and leads him or her on a journey (whether internal or external).
And it doesn't have to be serious. Your gift is humor, so you should definitely write something with a sarcastic tone. Still, the main character has to change in some way during the course of the story.
If you get stuck, I'd be happy to help in any way. You have a gift and you should use it!
(Also, LDStorymakers is having another conference next May in SLC. You should register and come and I'll introduce you to lots of writers like Stephanie Fowers--your style--and you can learn from the pros...and no, they don't all write for the LDS market.)
Sorry for going on so long, but I wish now that I'd started writing at 22...I'd be that much further ahead by now.
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