Apr 19, 2011 16:39
When I was 8 years old, I decided I wanted to write a book. I still have that book...somewhere. It's horrible, written in different shades of crayola crayon, filling an entire 70-page notebook. I took notebooks everywhere as a kid...
I still do.
10 years later, my passion for words has stayed intact, but my interests have shifted a little. Once I reached out and tapped into Gilbert Byron's poetry, there was no going back. After that I found my medium, my canvas, and the focal point of my grammatical interests: poetry.
And more specifically, local poetry. (Chesapeake Bay)
Gilbert Byron is my favorite author, and I would have given anything to know him. (He passed on in 1991, before I was born.) I have often gone to the library seeking inspiration and pulled his collections from the shelves, and found his signature in the cover. Just once, I would like to think that if I touched it, some of his own talent would pass to me...
But that would never happen.
I'm a lover of poetry, and I'm proud of it. I couldn't live without it.
And to think, it all started with a notebook filled with misspelled words, written in crayon.
...I like to think the greatest started out the same. :)
childhood,
writing