Writing was my route to sanity during a horrific and scary childhood. I was constantly frightened and began to create plays, write poems, tell stories, write how-to stories (some are hilarious. I still have them from 3rd grade) and later, I wrote short stories.
True story...my dad and I were on bad terms for most of my life (we are good now). But, when I was 15, after already 2 years of running away from home, my dad wrote me a poem to try and get through to me. First, I was shocked he even cared. Then I admitted it was a good poem. It's message was clear. I needed to grow up and take responsibility for my life. The last line was:
"You have to eat, so get off your feet."
That poem was the first tiny step towards a relationship with him.
I blew away the records in my high school for editing the school newspapers. I even edited the senior paper as an 8th grader. I eventually edited my college newspaper. I entered poetry and writing contests. My writing was how my mom figured out what was in my head. My teachers could only get through to me if it had something to do with play writing, creative writing or journalism. I had no tolerance for science or math
I wrote songs too. But haven't done that in years.
I was never considered a nerd by anybody. Because I was troubled, I ran with the bad crowds, although I had tons of friends from nerds to jocks. I never liked barriers.
Obviously I still write and have managed to channel it so that I can use it in my work. It's interesting how it played out in my own life though. To this day I love to wander down office supplies stores and graze the pens, stationary, paper and stuff :nanatype: