In trying to recall my earliest writing experience, I draw a blank of anything written during K-12 other than last minute book reports or current event reports. Even those don't ring any memorable bells. As a teenager I discouraged myself to journal for fear of someone exposing my innermost thoughts to harsh public criticism. Somewhere between the transformative years and adulthood, I crystallized the fear and frustration of writing enough to discourage both journaling and creative writing. I do recall one event in my early twenties, while working as a secretary at Universal Studios that my screenplay writer boss invited my input on how to phrase a particular sentence. My less than five minutes of fame disappeared back into the pages of script typing and business documents.
While not being able to bring myself to write, the imaginative side did run wild with storytelling to my young children. Ridiculous fantasy and unbelievable plots were completely accepted. When they out grew the stories, my "talent" faded into the background. I recall the paralyzing years of frustration in not allowing myself to write when others readily proclaimed the joys of journaling. Perhaps the beauty of age has tipped the scales enough to dislodge the roadblock. Whatever the cause or reason, I am grateful to finally be able to step through the doors toward writing. Not sure where to go, I thank you for your support in mapping this process and aiding a more enjoyable journey.