When I was a freshman
in high school, I had this English teacher who pushes us…well, maybe just the students she thought had a talent for
writing. I despised the teacher because I was one of the chosen ones she felt had talent.
She pushed me.
She gave the word revise an entirely new meaning. Revise, revise, and revise.
I can’t count
the number of times she made me redo papers.
I despised her.
Now I wish I could
see her. I would tell her thank you for pushing me.
Because of her
I realized, too late, my love for writing and sharing. I decided sometime throughout my sophomore year that I wanted to be
a writer. But being a teenager with an attitude, I wasn’t about to tell her then. That would’ve destroyed my reputation
for not liking her.
I would sit in
my bedroom for hours writing thoughts, poems and skits. I would incorporate people and friends I knew into the story. I was
I became a permanent
fixture in the public library. I hung out there on Saturdays when I didn’t have to work. I was on a first name basis
with the librarians. I constantly searched for writing tips and ideas and publishers.
I actually thought
if I wrote something and sent it out…I’d get published at the snap of a finger. Go figure.
My first real taste
of publishing success came in my early adult years when I became a stringer (freelance writer) for a small local newspaper.
When I saw my name in print I was hooked. Plus I was being paid for this. Double bonus.
I did this for
about a year then stopped.
I had personal
problems at home and my heart wasn’t in it anymore. I had more important issues to deal with.
A few years later
I saw another classified ad for a freelance writer. I answered and have been there ever since. I am now a full-fledged staff
writer with many published freelance articles under my belt. While my goal is to get a book published I continue the never-ending
trials and tribulations of getting a variety of articles published in print or online. Determination
and persistence do pay off.