For those of you who aren’t away, today is considered TBT or throw back Thursday. This is my first time participating. I think it’s neat to look back at who you were as a child and compare it to the person you are today. A lot of my childhood pictures are still with my mother, but this is one that I have framed at home. Even though I never thought I could be a writer, I have always loved writing. The photo on the left was taken, I think, in second or third grade. We had a creative writing project. My story was called: The Tiger That Became a Teacher. o_O. I think I remember it had something to do with a Barbie doll too.
Any who, I had won an award for the story though I am not sure what. The photo is dark, but I am holding a ribbon. When I think about it, there were a lot of moments like that throughout my schooling where my writing was commended, so answer me this: Why the hell did it take me 22 years to wake up?
I mean seriously, I was literally walking through life with my head in the clouds (to put it in nice terms) with not a single clue as to who I wanted to be or what I wanted to do with my life. Not until I actually sat down and wrote out Born in Flames. And even that was a fluke. When I had first started the novel, I wasn’t aiming to write a novel, I was just bored and wanted to get the ideas bouncing around in my head out. I’ve always been creative like that (painting, drawing, writing poetry) I dabbled in a little of everything all the time just to appease my boredom. It wasn’t until I was a few chapters in and the world and idea was forming into something real and solid, that I began to take it serious and consider it an actual dream I could chase.
It’s funny how many 20-somethings walk around with so much talent inside of them and not a single clue. Or without a way to express it or nurture it. Thank God for boredom.
So yeah, here’s to TBT and looking back and reflecting on life.
Echelon out ♥