Some days I just can’t help but look back on this writing journey that I ventured into, initially for leisure, indulging a youthful passion of the arts that captured most of my teen years. Thinking back now I can remember ever so clear the pull that a well written book would hook me into, taking me far away from the sometimes fickle on-goings of teen angst, moodiness, and peer drama. It was during my teen years that I also explored my hand at writing, slightly and privately of course. That was until a class assignment gave birth to the possibility of pursuing something greater one day from my love of reading.
Turning in a sort of rogue freestyle essay, one that I can’t exactly recall the nature, content, or even topic of at the time, only that I had stayed up way too late writing, revising, editing, and yes tweaking each and every detail of, until I finally fell asleep with a proud glow of accomplishment after the final sentence lay penned. A few days later everyone received their graded essays back, but mine had a “See me after class” written in red at the bottom of it. Nervous doesn’t even describe what ran through my mind at seeing those words at that time. But what followed was a shot of unexpected.
Though I had fallen in love with my short literary work, I never dreamed that anyone else would, or even see potential in the scribes of a then shy teen. But hearing the amazed and encouraging words from my English Lit teacher was beyond inspiring for me. Having someone praise my creativity that I truly had no idea that I had and also advise me to pursue writing in my college years ahead was the moment that set me loose on my writing journey. It was more than liberating at that time, it was the day that I opened myself up to embark on this writing journey. Though I have strayed throughout the years, my writing journey is always and has remained a constant in my life. For me, quite simply put, it’s my writer’s life, the untold, still unfolding, yet to be reached destination that I remain hopeful of reaching one day. But until then I’ll faithfully remain on this sometimes rocky, yet always colorfully winding writing path, where the end will serve as the ever fateful vines of my vast new and ever branching writing beginnings.