the writing bug

The writing bug bit me at the age of 10. I remember sitting in my class as a 5th grader and having to write “creatively”. The teacher could have been speaking Greek to me, but as she presented a picture on the overhead projector and told us to use adjectives to describe the picture, my life and my world were forever changed.

Already an avid reader by this age, writing seemed to flow naturally. I loved learning new words and using them in sentences and I loved the play on words.

Soon after I started writing, my mother would find scraps of paper all over the house with little poems and short stories on them. I was writing my way through life.

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Then I had nothing more to write about but cute boys and what clothes my friends wore to school and what happened on the Cosby show. But soon life changed.

I read a quote years ago that said and I paraphrase, “To be a great writer, you have to endure great pain.” My grandfather passed away when I was 14. In my 14th year of life, I thought I’d experienced the greatest level of pain with the death of my granddaddy. I would later realize that that pain merely touched the service.

Today, I write to express not only pain but joy. My goal is for my writing to heal and inspire. Are you a writer? Of course, you are that’s why you are here. Take some time to write today. The world is waiting.