I don’t remember exactly when it was that I fell in love with stories. It could have been on one of those nights while I lay snuggled under the covers listening to my parents reading me a bedtime story. Or it could have been a moment on the carpet of a classroom, staring up at my teacher as she read one of those picture books. Or maybe it was the first time I sat in a cushioned seat and watched my heroes come to life on a big screen. Regardless of exactly when it was or where, I was smitten.
I devoured books and watched movies over and over again. Then I’d regale my family with verbatim lines of my favorite parts. In the middle of all that I somehow caught onto the notion that I could create my own stories; stories where I could control the characters and I shape endings the way I wanted them to be. So I began to write, notebooks and notebooks full of comics and journaling and stories and memories and glimpses of the future.
The trouble was that the more I wrote the more I realised that the characters and settings I had in my mind could not be controlled when they found their way onto paper, and neither should they have been. I don’t like predictability. I like surprising twists and characters who do their own thing. And I’ve come to love unexpected endings whether they’re perfect or not.
I love to write, and if you love to read, we might find we’re in good company. So, join me on our wordy journey as we write and read and smile and remember to inspire.
I don’t remember exactly when it was that I fell in love with stories. It could have been on one of those nights while I lay snuggled under the covers listening to my parents reading me a bedtime story. Or it could have been a moment on the carpet of a classroom, staring up at my teacher as she read one of those picture books. Or maybe it was the first time I sat in a cushioned seat and watched my heroes come to life on a big screen. Regardless of exactly when it was or where, I was smitten.
I devoured books and watched movies over and over again. Then I’d regale my family with verbatim lines of my favorite parts. In the middle of all that I somehow caught onto the notion that I could create my own stories; stories where I could control the characters and I shape endings the way I wanted them to be. So I began to write, notebooks and notebooks full of comics and journaling and stories and memories and glimpses of the future.
The trouble was that the more I wrote the more I realised that the characters and settings I had in my mind could not be controlled when they found their way onto paper, and neither should they have been. I don’t like predictability. I like surprising twists and characters who do their own thing. And I’ve come to love unexpected endings whether they’re perfect or not.
I love to write, and if you love to read, we might find we’re in good company. So, join me on our wordy journey as we write and read and smile and remember to inspire.
