Introduce Yourself

I am a writer.

I started writing in sixth grade.  The beginnings of what would be a very long and stressful road were very rugged, to say the least.  My earliest work (which has been deleted) could be best described as the "cutest train wreck possible."  Droll attempts compounded with icing of ignorance and fumbling decor became a disaster with lit candles on top.

So, like any other middle school student who meets something they think is hard, I decided that I hated writing.  Despite the various writing assignments that I continued to excel at in my seventh grade English class (which I had blocked from memory), I was set in my bubble of failure that my mind had blown.  Ninth grade popped that bubble.  I realized that I didn't hate English.  A certain fascination with poetry brought me back into the realm of language and its elegant use.  But it wasn't until a year later that I had decided that I was good at writing... and became obsessed with it.

If you've known me for any length of time, you'd know that I am trying to become a writer.  I don't know if you can see it in my walk, or my speech and mannerisms, but it is night and day to me.  The beginnings of what has exploded into a trilogy have been rolling around in my head for the past two-three years (I don't even remember).  My world has grayed into what is my story and reality.  I see its foundations as two hundred years of history, not fiction.  It has become its own world, wanted things for itself, and dragged me along as it assimilated or discarded various aspects.  My story is a living, breathing thing beyond my control.  If it is in my power or capacity, I will write it.  I have to.