A Few Days’ Thoughts on Writing: Day Two
I began writing poems when I was 14. I was going through some hard times emotionally as many teens do, so I admit most of my poems were depressing. But some of them were filled with hopes I had for the future. I know poetry doesn’t have to necessarily rhyme, but I liked rhyming, so I worked hard at making everything rhyme. Pretty soon that ability became second-nature. My mom was cheering for me on the sidelines. She loved reading my poetry. She was the one who encouraged me to keep writing, try to get better at it and maybe get published someday.
I still have those poems and many other notebooks full of poetry that I’ve jotted down throughout my life. I tried my hand at writing stories, too, but for some reason I could never finish one that I liked at the end. However, I did write a novella before my oldest child was born. I’ve never thought it was good enough to share with anyone, though. Again, my mom being my greatest fan loved it. I showed it to a few others, my husband and a couple of friends. They liked it, too, but I was spent after finishing it, so it has been in a file ever since.
Posted on August 13, 2013, in Writing and tagged creative writing. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.
I know exactly what you mean, Patsy. I used to write sentimental and maudlin doggerel as a tortured teen and then wrote a 60,000 word romance novel when my kids were in infant school.
I never sent any of it anywhere and in fact destroyed it in a fit of Buddhist ago de-cluttering in the 90’s.
I realise now that none of it was any good and at least it has cut down on my hoarding of pretentious crap. C’est la vie?
That’s funny. But I bet writing it was fun! I’ve thrown out a lot of my writing from the past. I did put together a small book of poems I wrote in the early 90’s and made covers and gave them away at church. People were blessed, and that was all that mattered to me at the time.