I 've Been Writing Forever Essay

1977 Words Sep 11th, 2015 8 Pages
I’ve been writing forever. I did it all the time when I was a little kid (little, because I technically still am a “kid”); I began with animal-centric fables and eventually graduated to ten-pagers about kids with magical forests behind their houses. Even when I wasn’t writing, I was expressing in that same practiced way; I lectured imaginary audiences while making my bed and brushing my teeth every morning. The internal monologue never stopped, and neither did the laugh track; writing it down was (and still is, to some extent) a party trick. “She’s been reading since four,” my parents told their friends. They still tell it to me today: “You used to make me read you the same Clifford book forty times in a row, until you had all the words memorized.” My dad likes to say this one a lot; it shows that I’m dedicated, that I’ve always had the same passion, that this is what I’m meant to do. What does that even mean? When I was three I wore my Cinderella costume every day for a year, and no one’s still harping on that. I think I would have really grown to resent my parents if I didn’t actually love to write. The first story I can remember writing was from when I was four or five. It was one of the aforementioned fable variety, and claimed to answer the question of how people learned to talk. My advanced theory was that long ago a loquacious parrot had flown to all the countries in the world, teaching people how to speak and communicate. I thought it was pretty good at the time,…

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