Growing up,(even tho i’m 14) i wrote a lot.
As writing i mean writing creatively. I would love writing in school. I wasn’t always the best with grammar and pronunciation, but when i turned my work in i would always get a “wonderful job” I always knew it was what she was suppose to say, cause she was my teacher.
In 2013 i became homeschooled in the middle of fifth grade, right when Chridtmas break ended. I began to write and understand things ALOT more. Like when i say alot i mean im going from almost failimg every grade i was in to making straight As whike also chasing my dream and having time for Robert (check one of my recents to figure out who robert is) and friends.
My first year of being homeschooled, my moms friend was teaching a class about writing. Of course I took it. I went, I learned a bit.
One day i wrote a paragraph, i got lazy, i didnt write how I could if i actually tried. My “teacher” didnt like me. She got mad at how lazy i wrote. She knew I could do so much better.
Her support on that one paper, her support knowing i could do so much better, that support changed my decisions on writing. I never thought i’d have my own blog, or people would actually love my writings. I never thought anything about my career being writing.
I don’t want my career to be writing but if that’s what i’m meant to be i’m not complaining. I write at least every other day unless i’m sick, or can’t find anything to write about.
For me, writing is a hobby where you express feelings you couldn’t if you were face to face, and that’s just amazing to me what a few words can do.
I enjoy writing every single word and i hope you enjoy my writings.:)