I’ve been writing since before I could write - that is, I’ve been telling stories. Starting when I was three years old, every time I got in the car with someone, whether it was a three minute drive to Target or a three hour trip to Ohio, I would tell a story. Looking back I’m sure it was somewhat tortuous to listen to, but my family let me prattle on in the back seat to my heart’s content.
By first grade I knew how to read and write, and thus began the Christmas books. Every year for Christmas, I put together some form of book for my family. My mom laid everything out on the computer, printed it out, and got it spiral bound. It started out with a picture book about my cat, and then a collection of short stories, followed by a three-year series of novellas about books coming to life.
I wrote a LOT in elementary school. I won awards in the PTA Reflections contest for short stories a few years, as well as a contest from the Kentucky Department of Agriculture multiple years. I got to middle school and kept writing, though a little less as school and other hobbies took up more time. I finished a longer Christmas book in sixth grade, took a break in seventh, and then spent two years working on the first part of a novel to finally finish at the beginning of high school.
High school... oh boy. I virtually stopped writing because I simply didn’t have time. I’m the type of person who likes to stick my foot in a little bit of everything, and boy did I! I don’t even know how many different clubs I joined at one point or another, and that’s not to mention time taken up by homework. I wrote a few short stories that were alright, but it took until my senior year to finally finish the next part of that Christmas book novel, and that’s really all I wrote.
Now I’m in college. My freshman year I didn’t write at all, but sophomore year, I found myself with a somewhat ridiculous amount of free time. I started getting involved in random things again - a play, intramural sports, etc. - when a couple friends asked me if I wanted to do NaNoWriMo with them.
National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo) is November, and the idea is that you write 50,000 words of a novel within a month. I figured I had enough time, so I decided to do it. In the meantime I was learning how to use some graphic design software for my major, and I thought a good way to get more familiar with it would be to put together a short story collection for a Christmas book. Thus, in about one month, both Life in Polaroids (for NaNoWriMo) and Walking Through the Clouds (the Christmas book) were born.
Together, they got me back into writing. I try to work on something every day, and I’m writing a second novel now. My ultimate goal is to be able to make a living as an author, but for now, I’m just happy to be able to share some of my work with the world.