January 31, 2010 | Life in General, Sunday Scribblings, Writer Moment
Today’s word of the day is brought to you by Sunday Scribblings: Milestones
I started writing in the 7th grade. That was around 1983-84?
It’s the year 2010 and I’m still writing.
I think that’s considered to be a milestone for me.
I wrote a lot of stories from then to now. A lot of them were half finished. And the majority of them got thrown away, with the rationale being that they could never be brushed off and made into something else.
I used to have long, drawn-out conversations and played pretend a lot when I was a kid.
I had a lisp and a slight stutter that kept me quiet.
I have always been a black pebble in a sea of white rocks.
I had my first encounter with racism in the 6th grade. And again during my sophomore year in high school.
My best friend came out of the closet during our senior year in high school.
I lost my grandfather during my junior year in college.
My father had a minor heart attack at 48. And he’s a prostate cancer survivor.
All these little random milestones define me. Some even make for good storytelling. *grin*.
I’m glad that, after all this time, I still want to write. That I still have to write.
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Dee says:
I’m glad too
It’s funny how all kinds of external things change our insides and make us who we are.