A Writer is Born
Once upon a time, in a distant land known for its creole ancestors and cajun cuisine, a writer was born. She made her grand entrance during a time of turmoil and change, the cusp of a new era in United States history. This blue-eyed Virgo was oblivious to her environment, only interested in the basic necessities of life; a dry diaper and a full bottle. She charmed all who happened to cross her path, mesmerizing them with her infectious laughter and sparkling personality.
The writer's family moved when she was a wee toddler, choosing to re-locate in the Arkansas River Valley. There she enjoyed a uneventful childhood filled with family vacations, beloved pets, and summer nights spent playing hide and go seek with the neighborhood children.
Our heroine always knew she was a writer, even at the tender age of four when she penned a delightful letter to Santa informing him the milk was in the refriga icebox. She was blessed with a like minded cousin and together they created family newsletters every summer documenting their annual visits.
In high school, her love of the written word was embraced. She was on her school newspaper staff, wrote pieces of fiction and poetry for the literary magazine, and was co-editor of the yearbook her senior year. She was encouraged to continue writing by her English teacher, who was also her mentor.
Upon graduating high school, our writer went on to college. She chose to major in medical technology. Her love of words temporarily replaced by mathematical equations and Organic Chemistry. During her Sophomore year, a frog masquerading as a prince swept her off her feet and whisked her to the beaches of South Texas.
While in South Texas, the writer, bewitched by the frog, forgot who she was. She assumed the identity of a battered housewife and mother of three children. Sometimes her alternate persona surfaced producing journal entries and bad poetry. Finally, the writer was able to break the evil spell. She escaped the frog who wasn't a prince but in the end was actually an ogre.
Once she was free, the writer gained employment serving tacos to the masses and returned to school to further her education. After several years, along came another prince. He didn't turn out to be a frog or an ogre, so they wed.
The prince had endured his own ogres and demons. He felt lucky to have found the writer who assumed the role of his princess. He strove to ensure she would always be his and his only, encasing her in a bubble. After ten years, the oxygen in the bubble had dwindled and the princess/writer was suffocating. To the prince's dismay the princess/writer found a way to escape her prison using her stories. The prince became enraged and tried to stop the writer. He forbid her to write. She responded by gathering her offspring and running away. For her, a life without writing wasn't much of a life at all.
Now the writer doesn't pretend to be a princess or a chemist or a Taco Bell employee. She works a dull job to support her children and in her free time pursues her passion, writing. The dream of publishing a novel keeps her going, even when the words betray her. Hope and determination keep her plodding forward toward her goal.
The writer's family moved when she was a wee toddler, choosing to re-locate in the Arkansas River Valley. There she enjoyed a uneventful childhood filled with family vacations, beloved pets, and summer nights spent playing hide and go seek with the neighborhood children.
Our heroine always knew she was a writer, even at the tender age of four when she penned a delightful letter to Santa informing him the milk was in the refriga icebox. She was blessed with a like minded cousin and together they created family newsletters every summer documenting their annual visits.
In high school, her love of the written word was embraced. She was on her school newspaper staff, wrote pieces of fiction and poetry for the literary magazine, and was co-editor of the yearbook her senior year. She was encouraged to continue writing by her English teacher, who was also her mentor.
Upon graduating high school, our writer went on to college. She chose to major in medical technology. Her love of words temporarily replaced by mathematical equations and Organic Chemistry. During her Sophomore year, a frog masquerading as a prince swept her off her feet and whisked her to the beaches of South Texas.
While in South Texas, the writer, bewitched by the frog, forgot who she was. She assumed the identity of a battered housewife and mother of three children. Sometimes her alternate persona surfaced producing journal entries and bad poetry. Finally, the writer was able to break the evil spell. She escaped the frog who wasn't a prince but in the end was actually an ogre.
Once she was free, the writer gained employment serving tacos to the masses and returned to school to further her education. After several years, along came another prince. He didn't turn out to be a frog or an ogre, so they wed.
The prince had endured his own ogres and demons. He felt lucky to have found the writer who assumed the role of his princess. He strove to ensure she would always be his and his only, encasing her in a bubble. After ten years, the oxygen in the bubble had dwindled and the princess/writer was suffocating. To the prince's dismay the princess/writer found a way to escape her prison using her stories. The prince became enraged and tried to stop the writer. He forbid her to write. She responded by gathering her offspring and running away. For her, a life without writing wasn't much of a life at all.
Now the writer doesn't pretend to be a princess or a chemist or a Taco Bell employee. She works a dull job to support her children and in her free time pursues her passion, writing. The dream of publishing a novel keeps her going, even when the words betray her. Hope and determination keep her plodding forward toward her goal.