Love this! Thank you for sharing what started your journey!!
This whole journey began because of an old MacIntosh computer, my Mother and a report that she wanted me to write during the two years that I was home schooled, during junior high.
Mom had pulled me out of my public school after sixth grade, because of many factors, though bullying was a large one, and home schooled me through eighth grade.
So, sometime during seventh grade, she sat me down in front of this MacIntosh that she had for freelance work with the local newspapers. Up to this point, I was able to write a cramped and crabbed run-on sentence that tried to masquerade itself as a paragraph.
So, I wrote the report. I don’t remember what it was about any more. What I do remember, is the next day I sat back down at this computer and poured out a story that was ten pages long.
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This is just some powerful writing. SO freaking heartfelt and heart-wrenching. The woman that wrote this is an amazing writer and just a wonderful woman in general, always doing for others. Love this girl and LOVE YOU! ❤
“This is so hard for me/To find the words to say/My thoughts are standing still
Captive inside of me/All emotions start to hide/And nothing’s getting through”
Dear Serpentine Series,
Why, exactly, did you choose me?
No one sees me. I hide in plain sight.
I’m a businesswoman. A marketer. An editor.
Not a writer.
They don’t see me as a writer. No one knows I’m an artist.
I certainly don’t act like one. I’m not all dreams and worlds and visions.
I don’t even read fantasy. I get so lost in all the names and powers and locations, I just get frustrated and put these kinds of books down. I don’t even like Supernatural, Buffy, or Dr. Who, and I fell asleep during the last Marvel movie I watched.
The speed at which I draft is ridiculously slow.
The speed at which I read—for leisure—is ridiculously slow.
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How many times have you found yourself thinking about the past? I am guilty of doing it often. We are all a collection of stories, some that we do not tell. The reason why we don’t varies some, depending upon the story. Some we are ashamed of, some we think are going to be boring to the world around us.
I am finding out that sometimes those stories are more interesting than we realize. I try to be open about my history and tell my stories, but some of them do not really sit on the mind as something that I need to tell. Yet, each of them are a part of who I am. I am a unique individual who has seen some of the darkness that lives in the heart of man. I am a survivor who has learned to make do with what I have. And I…
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My life has been unusual to say the least. I am not sure that I have it in me to tell every story of a crazy life lived with survival in mind. I have told some of my story. And I will likely tell more. Still tonight I was talking to other writers in a get to know you kind of way. I realized that to an outsider my life sounds like fiction.
Which is fine, it is what made me. I have seen the monsters that hide behind the eyes of men. I learned how to survive, after living with no running water and living homeless. I learned how to be adaptable for living with moving often during formidable years. Still learning. I am now learning how to see my own worth through the eyes of amazing women who see me as being worthwhile. They are strong and creative…
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