
Originally Posted by
Eryn
It was in high school when I first discovered that I enjoyed writing. I used to write my short, bizarre stories in longhand until I was able to afford a typewriter which made a world of difference as I could then actually read what I'd written. When I got my first computer it was like a whole new world opened up as the images and thoughts flowed from my mind through the scurry of fingers into the keyboard and onto the screen. Back then writing was not something I did, it was more something I had to do. I had to get it out of my head and into written form.
Since that way-back-when epiphany, I've written reams of material though mostly short, slice-of-life type stories that sought to capture a moment in time, a feeling or a single situation out of context with any particular continuity. Writing was my joy, my hobby, my avocation. I could even teach others how to get started or improve their own writing. I was happy.
As such stories go, one day came along and poof! I don't know why nor how, but the catalyst that allowed, enabled, motivated, whatever me, was simply not there. Make no mistake ... the desire is still there and whatever talent I may have certainly has not gone away but the connection from mind through fingers into keyboard and onto screen seems to have short circuited. Sure, I can occasionally still do bits and pieces of creative exposition, but it's not like it was so I'm trying to find my way back.
I hope that by going back to basics and working through the process that I will rediscover the joy I have known. If nothing else, I hope to learn things that I don't know (which is probably a lot). It may be that I'm not suitable for inclusion in these courses and I will accept that determination should it come about. However, I intend to get back what I've lost and if not this way, then another.
Thanks for your consideration.