The moment I decided to be a writer…
I don’t believe there ever was just one moment!
I’ve been creating stories since I was the oldest kid in the
neighborhood, entertaining the younger ones with dancing ‘Swan Lake’ skits,
even though I’d never seen the ballet. Tea parties, where everyone had to wear
their mother’s dress, shoes, and hats, unless they were boys. They had to wear
their Sunday suits.
Talent shows, puppet shows, plays, safaris through a
water-soaked field with puddles and hanging ferns…digging up an old buried
porcelain sink in the field behind my house, that of course, was the marble
floor of a buried castle….and leading fossil hunts up the dusty shale dumps, where the old
coal from the mines was dumped years before (plenty of fossils pressed into the
shale).
And then on to writing plays for Junior Girl Scouts so my
younger sister could earn her “World Heritage Badge,” which eventually lead to
writing plays for the children in my Pre-School to perform for Holiday parties
and Graduations.
And so it still continues. I see a sign and get a new title.
I’m sitting in the dentist office getting my teeth cleaned and think….how would
she clean my teeth if I was a dinosaur?
And so, I guess there was never “a dull moment,” but each
creative one built upon the previous one, until I had years of writing stories.
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