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My thoughts released; a mind set free |
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These pages contain my thoughts, from meandering ideas and persuasions to deep cerebrations and serious mentations. Why, for what purpose? To release my mind and set creativity free. Somewhere inside the constraints of my mind dwells a writer, a poet, an artist who paints with words. In here I release those constraints and set the artist free. Perhaps, lost somewhere in the depths of thought, is a story or a poem, waiting to be written. 
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Today in "Question of the Day!"  , S 🤦   asked, "What inspired you to start writing?I couldn't give an answer other than,"I don't know." I briefly explained, I have always been a story teller (my mother said I could tell a whopper of a story shortly after I started talking) so I guess it was only natural to start writing them. I have also been an avid reader which also contributed to my need to write. Growing up I told some pretty wild tales. In third grade, my teacher asked my Mom how we managed all the exotic animals we owned. My Mom, of course, didn't know anything about this. The teacher informed her that I had told this tale so believably that she had honestly thought we had a small zoo on our farm. My Mom informed her we did not live on a farm, but in town, and we had no animals, domestic or wild. I don't remember the teacher's name, but she told my Mom not to be upset, I was a natural born story-teller and that I should be encouraged. I was with my Mom during this conference and was a bit embarrassed when it all came out. But, both my Mom and the teacher did encourage me, although they also emphasized the importance of also being truthful. Perhaps that was the beginning of my desire to write stories. I know that by the time I was in sixth grade, I wanted to be a writer. I was an avid reader and would read most anything available. I was also a pretty fast reader, and when we read in class I would be pages ahead in the book. Of course, we were called upon to read out loud randomly, and I would be a few pages ahead. So when I was called, I often didn't know where we where. Also, I tended to be shy and introverted, so reading to the class was very difficult. Between these two problems, my teacher assumed I had a reading problem and had me transferred to a special reading class. This was a blessing! The teacher of that class soon discovered that I didn't have a problem reading and soon let me go to the library and pick out books to read from any grade level and then write a report after I finished it. It was done one on one so it was enjoyable for me, and after he read a few of my book reports he told me I should try writing my own stories. Unfortunately, that same school year, we had an assignment in my regular class to do a report on what we wanted to be when we grew up. I wanted to be an author and did my report on that. The teacher read it to the class, not even trying to hold back her own laughter. In fact, she ridiculed me in front of the class and set a firm block in my mind that I would never be a writer. That blocked stayed there for many years, but in my thirties I decided to go to college and pursue a business degree. English Composition was required and I again had to write stories and poetry. I also had to take Business Communications which required being able to write various types of business letters and documents. I was very surprised when instructors confronted me about my writing and asked permission to use my writing as examples for future classes. It was there, in college, that various instructors encouraged me to again pick up pen and paper and write my tales and rhymes. |
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