There is no doubt who I got the bookworm trait from. Although my mother never graduated high school, and it took her many years to realize it, her love for reading eventually surfaced in her forties. She read five books, sometimes six, in a week. My penmanship …show more content…
I would beam with joy anytime that I was handed an order form for the upcoming book fair. I was obsessed with R.L. Stine and read every book of his that I could get my hands on. I even collected the Goosebumps series. Around the age of sixteen, I started writing poetry and short stories. By the age of eighteen, I was part of a children’s literature program that gave me an opportunity to write stories that targeted young audiences. I never got published, but I never really tried to either.
Early adulthood proved I was in my prime with reading; I averaged two books a week. I took pride in the amount of books that filled the shelves in my home. Paperbackswap.com was the closest I got to any form of social media, and it was to swap books with other members. My reading and writing started to slow down in my middle twenties. Life sort of happened. First, a boyfriend, then the demands of a home, with the babies coming soon after. I never fully let it go, though; it stayed tucked away until the right moment showed itself.
English class has opened a door for me, and I find myself once again thinking about the endless possibilities of writing. I am going to make sure that it does not get tucked away again. I will try harder to commit to sending in a manuscript; maybe, this time, I will get published after