Grew up in small town in Ohio... completed
1/2 year of college. No lessons in writing
just thoughts and what I feel and see. A lot
comes from childhood memories and never feeling
I had a voice nor courage to gain one. My writings I remember were dismissed as dark...
waste of time. I actually won a poetry contest in high school. My mother was a writer who I of course shared my little gem from my heart. I can still remember waiting for her approval. Well, I won the contest... she rewrote some of it. I laid the pen down until years later and then for the most part kept my words, my soul, my heart
well hidden. Now I am ready! Talent? I think perhaps some innate way with words. My thoughts on that. Sometimes after writing a piece I may visit it again a few months later. Sometimes I am surprised and pleasantly so. I wrote that?
Nah a spirit must have climbed inside as I could
not have created that.
So much more to learn before I can truly feel I can write and write well.