I once heard an author say they began writing when they had read so many books, they craved to begin writing their own stories.
It happened to me in middle school. I was in the sixth grade, my parents were having some personal struggles, and my older brothers were too old for me to hang out with. I was mercilessly picked on in school and though I had a couple of good friends, I liked being alone.
To escape, I began writing a story that I wanted to read. I went places I couldn’t otherwise travel to as an eleven year old. I wrote an entire book about a girl who had become a famous singer. (That was my personal dream at that age. HA!) Oh, I’m sure the book had all kinds of plot holes and errors, but it made me happy. It kept me awake on many Friday nights where I would escape into this world I had created.
I can still remember those characters and how beloved they were to me.
I wrote many more stories. It seemed that any time I read a good book (hello V.C. Andrews and your twisted mind 😂), I had to get in on it and write something too. I rarely shared my stories with anyone other than my mom. I had no desire to go beyond that. I just loved creating.
I stopped reading when I became an adult. I feared that any hobby that distracted me from a ministry mindset was sinful. I never stopped writing, though. I wrote in prayer journals, on blogs, in letters to people who would never read them. Writing seemed to ease an ache within that otherwise couldn’t be dissolved.
Last year, I picked up a romantic fiction by Sherryl Woods. It was a light read, but I remember almost immediately having that feeling come back. “I want to write,” I thought. As I continued reading and re discovering my long lost hobby, I began seeing life as beautiful moments that could be constructed into a story. Everything had a narrative in my mind.
I realized I’ve been doing that all along, it’s just that reading has really tapped into it and brought my imagination back to life.
With all of that said, I’m writing. I’m writing on this blog and fleshing out my story as an anxious mom of three who has been redeemed by God. I’m writing about my journey in leaving legalism and how the system drained the life out of me. I’m writing about our homeschooling journey. I don’t suppose this blog has a particular niche, because it’s simply here to express what’s on my heart in hopes of encouraging another. It’s theme is my love for coffee and the grace of God in my life. His grace spans over every aspect, so I suppose you’ll find that this is an eclectic collection of the happenings in my brain.
I’m also writing a story. I sat down and wrote it all the way through over the course of two months, just getting my thoughts out in an uncensored and free manner. Only following a small outline, I needed to see where it all went. I am now currently re-reading and cringing at how much work it needs. I’m developing my characters, who are coming to life little by little. (And driving me crazy at times.) Their world is set in what I know best – the lush grass and rolling hills of rural Kentucky.
Since I’m going for the gusto and have set a goal of writing 50,000 words (a novel), it will probably be a long time before it’s ready to leave my nest and shared with a few Beta readers.
But it’s a dream of mine. My husband enjoys fishing and dreams of owning his own mechanic garage one day. I enjoy creating people and worlds. I enjoy learning about other authors and hearing their creative process. It’s my happy place.
For now, I write because I enjoy creating. Eventually, I may let someone tag along in the journey with these people who are in my mind. (His name is Eric, her name is Bree. That’s all I will share for now. 🤣)
Do you have a passion or hobby that you enjoy?