As a kid I didn’t always have an interest in writing, of course I had to write for school, but none of what I wrote resonated or stayed with me after it was submitted. School taught me the basics: grammar, spelling, capitalization, so on and so forth, but it wasn’t until I discovered my love of reading that I started to try to write seriously and with more effort. What I read would inspire me on what to write and even if my early works weren’t great, they were the beginning. Those books allowed for my imagination to run wild and manifest its own grand adventures. Most of those adventures consisted of overused plot lines, bad dialogue, horrifying descriptions and no real endings. The stories in my head would only live on for so long before I lost interest and moved on to something else. Over time my writing and storytelling strengthened to what they are today, allowing for me to be proud of the works I put out. I dedicate most of my writing skills to the amount of books I read in 8th grade.
My abilities steadily developed the more I wrote, always finding new ways to word sentences or set the tone of a piece more evenly. It is now a powerful aspect of who I am, allowing me to voice my thoughts in a more eloquent way than I thought possible. It’s easier for me now to get lost in the words, float in between the lines and fully immerse myself into what I am producing. My mind is allowed to roam, going quickly from one thought to the next to find what fits best. My improvement in writing has extended into my school work, to finally being able to produce papers and stories that I want to remember. It is with this major development in my skills that I now consider writing a great strength of mine.
The writings I produce outside of school still vaguely follow the paths of my early works. My imagination still drifts towards wild fantasies that contain magic, faes, unicorns and things alike. I let them free the best I can, letting them escape into extravagant tales on my page. Romance seems to always weasel its way between the words, taking overused cliches and twisting them ever so slightly into something new yet still so faintly familiar. Letting go of any concept of time, I drift away into the void of my mind where I get lost amongst the trees, pulled into a world not of my own. These writings are what I enjoy the most.
As I am now, I excel in some areas but still fail in others. The main goal is to become more well-rounded in my abilities. Most of my own works only focus on the fantasy and romance so commonly found in fiction. I know from my own trials and errors of writing other genres that I am nowhere near perfect in my craft; it is something I plan on improving.
For others that have read all genres I’ve written, the responses are usually some in the same, mentioning how my work never falters. To me, though, all the flaws and faults are clear as day, like what word or meaning I could’ve used differently. My grammar will always have room to improve in my life. These are all things I wish to improve in the future.
Wild World 