on writing and closets..
I've been housesitting for my parents for the last week so tonight I decided to raid my old closet and see if I had left any cool clothes here. What I found, beyond a pair of jeans, was some of my old writing. Like reallllly old. Basically I found stories I had written from when I was 5 until about 7th grade. It was crazy looking back on all of it. I could see the phases of my life through my writing. And granted, a whole lot of it was really bad, particulary the writing from when I was 5 (duh) but some of it really wasn't all that bad for how old I was at the time. I had a crazy imagination when I was little. And the stuff from middle school was pretty depressing stuff, but it wasn't too terrible. I could see how I let out all my emotions through my writing. I still do that. No matter what I think about doing with my life, I will always be a writer. Sometimes I think that my ambition to be a writer was a recent one, stemming from only a few years ago, but then I remember high school, and middle school, and even in fucking kindergarten I was writing stories. I finished more short stories when I was a little kid than I do now. In middle school and my first two years of high school, I started to write so many books. I had so many ideas. I may not be the greatest writer, but I think there is some potential there that I haven't tapped into yet. Even if I never publish anything, even if publishers tell me my stuff is crap, I won't ever be able to stop writing. It's just who I am and I can't forget that.