I think I’ve always been a writer, I just didn’t know it. As a child, after the Little House on the Prairie books were read to me for the first time, I’d walk around narrating my day in my head. You know, just in case I was ever called upon to write my life story, I’d have a jump start! 🙂 Later I developed elaborate story lines for my Barbies. Those ladies (and Ken) lived some amazing lives. They survived WWII, the Civil War, explored deep space galaxies, defeated evil sorceress queens and had some steamy PG romances! To keep things straight, I’d write down timelines, stories, who loved who, etc. The beginnings of my novel writing.
My little sister and I shared a room, so we would lie awake for hours (especially during those light-filled summer nights when we still had to go to bed at 8pm! 😦 ) and I would tell her stories. I vividly remember the telling, but not the story, of a sorceress dressed in purple and green. She was based on a coloring page I had completed that day. My sister would be entertained with my ramblings until our dad would pound on the floor (our ceiling-their room was above us) to tell us to go to sleep. We’d stop talking, but it didn’t stop us from dreaming up more stories to play the next day!
About 4th grade I discovered actual story writing. I was encouraged by my teacher, Mrs. Kelley and I owe her a big thank you for helping me to see that writing was a potential career. Many ideas were started and cast aside and my favorite Christmas present that year was a word processor. Wish I still had it, for nostalgia’s sake. 5th grade introduced the career of an architect to me and I admit I was distracted for many years, but I never gave up on the idea of someday writing. All through high school and college, I entertained the notion, but did very little with it. If I came up with an idea, I’d jot it down, filing it away for future use. I earned an Associates degree in Architectural Technology, went to work, and put a lot of my dreams and aspirations aside for children and husband. But dreams never die, they just slumber. On the next Newbie Post? Dreams Awakening . . .
When did you know you had to be a writer? Was it a eureka moment or a slow burn until you knew writing was in your soul? Were you young or did it hit you later in life?