How did you get here (regarding my writing)?
I wish my answer had roots in my childhood, but sadly it does not. My mother wasn’t the type of parent who encouraged anything to do with reading or writing, aside from what was necessary to get through school … and even then, it was more of suggestion that I do my school work than anything else.
So I can pinpoint the exact month and year, and book that threw me into this fantastically crazy thing we call writing.
April of 2009 I was all set to attend the University of Washington’s civil engineering program and then I read New Moon, by Stephenie Meyer. Take a minute and breathe. Go ahead and let your chin rest on the desk top, just don’t let it sit there too long.
Pick it up now, or I won’t continue.
I started on the second of the series because I’d already seen the movie. After finishing the last three I read the first book. I always do things a little fucked up and backward, but hey, that’s me and it works.
Upon completing the series, I decided, well, fuck I can write crap like that. So I set out to write my first novel. I also changed universities and majors: now majoring in English.
But the novel is what we want to hear about. It's about Vampire Half-breeds...because we write what we know...blah, blah, blah. And of course I pantsed my way through it. Finished the thing in eight months, found an online critiquing website and started submitting.
Where I met JW Parente who is now one fourth of my writing group. *waves*
This is the first three lines EVER written by me in an attempt to formulate a novel:
The sun hadn’t broken the horizon and there I lay, awake. Another day awake before the alarm had a chance to sound. How I longed for that antagonizing beep.
Down, people. Put your red pens away; nobody wants to ruin their computer screens by correcting those lines. Put. Them. Down. Trust me, I know it’s bad, the rest of the novel will NEVER see the light of day, or the dark of night. I've thought, and not just once, about printing it out and burning it in the backyard, but I value trees more than my own satisfaction of destroying my fledgling attempt at perfection.
You tell anyone how bad it is, JW and I will…well, you can guess what I’ll do ;-)
And there you have it: the catalyst that jolted me into the game, and the first lines of creative ever written by me. The rest is, well, history in the making.
Do you remember your first…
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Happy reading. Happier Writing.