I wanted to write something different, something new. Mrs. Jones, my sixth grade teacher, focused on writing the most, so I came to her for my dilemma. She taught me writing techniques that I still use today. I had a journal full of sample writings that I would show her and have her tell me things I could do to improve. I wanted to create a story that didn’t follow the cliche, and she recommended that I participate in National Novel Writing Month. A whole month dedicated to students around the world writing their own stories. I got started right away, despite it not being November yet. I created my characters, careful not to reveal everything about them right away, and I would make the movie in my head as I wrote along, picturing everything that was happening to make it just perfect. As November rolled along, I finished my own little story and published to the National Novel Writing website, I was in sixth grade at the time, so I was technically in the ‘beginners’ area. My story was rated thirty seventh out of the two hundred, I felt proud, and I participate every year. I was basically writing down my daydreams and turning them into
I wanted to write something different, something new. Mrs. Jones, my sixth grade teacher, focused on writing the most, so I came to her for my dilemma. She taught me writing techniques that I still use today. I had a journal full of sample writings that I would show her and have her tell me things I could do to improve. I wanted to create a story that didn’t follow the cliche, and she recommended that I participate in National Novel Writing Month. A whole month dedicated to students around the world writing their own stories. I got started right away, despite it not being November yet. I created my characters, careful not to reveal everything about them right away, and I would make the movie in my head as I wrote along, picturing everything that was happening to make it just perfect. As November rolled along, I finished my own little story and published to the National Novel Writing website, I was in sixth grade at the time, so I was technically in the ‘beginners’ area. My story was rated thirty seventh out of the two hundred, I felt proud, and I participate every year. I was basically writing down my daydreams and turning them into