Have you ever wanted to write, but had no idea where to start? Believe it or not that is how the creative writing process usually works. I had great ideas about stories that I wanted to write, but I was afraid to write them because I was afraid of what other people will think. Well, in my maturity I have come to realize that you will never be able to please everyone, so start with yourself and let that be enough.
I started writing my first novel when I was about thirteen or fourteen. My sister had typewriter that she never used, so I started using it. We fought over that typewriter for months. I had about two hundred and fifty pages and the novel was called “Days Like These” and surprisingly, it was about an interracial high school couple. I grew up when teen pregnancy seemed to be the norm. I didn’t want that for myself, so I told a story about a girl that was willing to save herself for the right person no matter what. Sadly, those pages were lost forever. The story is still fresh in my mind and even writing about it now brings back great memories. Memories of a time when things were different, better or so they seemed.
I didn’t have the knowledge then that I have now, so writing prompts were not something I was aware existed. I would people watch instead. I would sit in the lunchroom and write down the things that I saw going on. I would sit on the CTA bus riding home and write things about the people that I saw. I have always done stuff like that. I would use what I saw in my stories. This helped me to never truly experience writers block. I will get stuck in a scene because I may not know enough about a subject to keep going and make sense, but I was never stuck in what I wanted to say or what would happen next. I would research what I was lacking and keep it moving.
Our imaginations are wonderful places. I don’t think that people use their imaginations enough. I mean think about it…, If we used our imaginations more we would have less stress and more laughter. I imagine funny things about my boss all of the time to get through my workday. Sometimes I even laugh out loud. I’m sure my co-workers think I’m crazy, but that’s ok. I’m not stressed out.
Long blog short, write and write often. It doesn’t have to make sense to anyone but you. Writing is a free therapy that can heal many wounds if you let it.
I hope that you will.
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