I don’t really remember when I first knew…I just always sort of have been. I remember writing stories and drawing pictures for them when I was really little, and getting mum to print them out and I’d show my grandparents. I remember one in particular was about two aliens. I wish I had of kept it.
I guess writing just went hand-in-hand with my reading habits. I was an extremely avid reader as a child. I’d average between 2-3 books a week when I was about ten. I’d borrow dozens of books from the library at a time. When I wasn’t reading, I was writing, or imagining stories and drawing pictures. I loved creating little worlds and characters and back stories.
As I entered high school, my reading habits died off a little bit, replaced with socialising and playing computer games. With it also went my writing. I enjoyed English classes and always excelled in them, but that was about the only writing I did, save for the occasional first chapter of a story I’d start then never go back to. In year 10, I started writing poetry and songs as I tried to get back into it. At the time I thought they were pretty good, but I’ve since looked back on them and they weren’t at all.
I’ve also dabbled in blogging on and off since I was about 16, first starting on MySpace, then Facebook, then on various other sites. I never stuck with it all that long. That’s my issue. I get creative urges and then it goes away and I lose interest. I think this blog is different because I am writing whatever I feel like, whenever I feel like, and I’m not linking it to my social media accounts, so I have an anonymity and a freedom that my previous blogs never did. It makes things easier as I don’t feel like I need to sensor what I write or worry about what anyone is thinking.
I’d still love to write properly one day. I think I’d be pretty good at it. I just never know what to start, and I’m worried I’d start and lose interest like I always do. For the moment, this blog will do. I’m enjoying it a lot 🙂
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