Once long ago there lived a young girl, who feared writing stories most of all when in school. She shied not away from the tests of the day, nor round robin reading, (she thought spelling was cool). But these simple words from a teacher once said, "Take out a pencil, here's your paper." she did dread!
She loved to read stories for sure it was true, but when it came to writing she knew not what to do. . . She wrote essays, spelling words, and journal entries galore, research papers, and poems, and lists and more, but stories she worried, "I don't know where to start!", "What do I write about?", "When. . . is. . .art?"
This lasted for years, those years they had passed. The girl grew through grade school and college went fast. Soon she was Mom with three kids of her own, and to write a story was still an unknown. She read to her children, and told them short snippets, of pieces of her life and silly stuff in it. But writing them down, still seemed quite the challenge.
"Write what you know" say the experts so plain, but she thought that what she knew would just be too plain. Yet she wrote her own thoughts about this and of that and she created a blog that was becoming quite fat. Then she worked in a school where writing was taught, and the teachers showed kids what her teachers had not.
They read books and wrote stories to talk and to show the ways writers think, lots she still did not know! Then she went on searching for more, and to grow, she joined a challenge one March full of snow. She wrote day and night about any and all, from family and work to the smells of the fall.
Now this girl is all grown, her kids growing too. She writes stories of life for herself, kids and you. Sometimes she writes, with tears fully streaming, sometimes to stop her own self from screaming. She laughs and she scribbles, deletes and keeps going, because this girl's now a writer all grown and still growing.