On Writing.

I was reading BD's blog the other day, where he had written a post with dialogue to himself. One of the things that stood out for me, was his talk of eventually submitting some writing of his in hope of publication. I'm all for that, I think he's a fabulous writer (and blogger too!) and I hope he goes far with it. It also got me thinking, though.

One of my dreams when I was younger was to become a writer "when I grew up". (Don't ask me when that was supposed to be, am I all growned up yet? Psh. Hardly.) Since I started reading when I was quite young and continued reading like a crazy person right up to the present, it seems appropriate that I also loved to write. The two go hand in hand, I suppose.

I used to write all the time. Back when I was in school, I remember writing stories in old exercise books. Then we got our early computers here at home and I started banging out even more stories. If only I could find those documents now; I think I'd have a grand old chuckle reading them. But you know, I remember really, really enjoying myself while I was creating them. And I think that's the most important part.

The easiest part for me was introducing the writing. I could write pages getting to know characters, setting up the story, working out the plot. But then, I'd get to the juicy parts and just lose interest. Suffice it to say, I used to have a lot of saved stories which were never completed.

I still love to read. So much that I have a terrible habit of leaving a book half-completed in nearly every room of my house. Drives my mother crazy. But writing? It has come to a crashing halt. I still have so many ideas, so many inspirations, but when it comes down to putting pen to paper (or fingers to keyboard) it just hasn't happened in a long while.

I still want to be a writer "when I grow up". (Preferably in a cottage in Scotland, or somewhere else peaceful and beautiful, like Milford Sound in NZ which is pictured below.) Here's hoping it will actually happen one day. But until then? You're stuck with one heck of a lot of rambling blog entries.

Cheers! (And thanks for sticking around!)


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LaLa said...

I have barely suppressed memories of some of the "novels" I wrote when I was about 12... One of them featured Corey Haim falling in love with this girl (thinly disguised me) and we they went to a romantic dinner at a... er... Jungle themed restaurant.

Oh Lord. Where are my exercise now?

That is a beautiful, beautiful photo. Can we run away together and write?

You write beautifully! xx

Jenny said...

Writers write always.

I just keep telling myself that one day I'll take all my horrible non-sequiter blog writings and publish it in a book that no one will read.

But at least I'll be able to say I wrote something...right?

angela said...

I used to write dumb little stories as a kid too. I really wish I could find them!

janet said...

Pretty photo....

I think that being in the habit of writing every day as you do on this blog is a good first step. Would you want to write novels or what?

Laurel said...

I wanted to be a writer "When I grew up," too. Now it's just the blog--and I do a lot of writing for my job, too.

When I was 12, I wrote a play called "The Brady Murder" which spoofed the then-occurring OJ Simpson trial with characters from the Brady Bunch. We performed it at a family reunion with my 10 year old cousin Jacob starring (in drag) as Alice. I totally still have the script!

lara said...

yep, i'd love to be published someday too. for now, gots to focus on other things, but i have projects in mind, just waiting for some free time to open up...

Jess said...

Aly, I would never ever embarrass you by sharing contents, but I have some ... fiction... that we both wrote together as youngsters in 7th grade hahaha. And I remember reading your stories on your computer and feeling really amazed by your writing style. I still have some stuff you wrote with me in a shared exercise book -- but I'd be too embarrassed to ever show it to anyone... But we were pretty darn imaginative hahaha.

One book in particular has a huge "ALYNDAS BOOK!!!!!!" written all over it hahaha. I somehow ended up keeping them all... and somehow they never saw the light of day by anyone except me (and possibly my snoopy brother lol!)

I still write these days, but certainly not the way I used to -- like you, I get bored halfway thru something. lol.

briliantdonkey said...

Thanks for the kind words. What was the # of that offshore account you wanted the money transferred to again?

Jess: two words.......E BAY! I will open the bidding but hurry before she sends me the 'kind words' bill.


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