(Slipping in the side door and sitting in the back...)
Hello. My name is Wolfy. I like to write...
(all) "Hi, Wolfy..."
I started writing in school, and I became pretty good at it when I was in my junior year of high school. I saw a boy in class that I fell madly in love with, and most of my poems and stories were based on him, or on some of my experiences with my best friend when we would go to the Airman's Club at the local military base, but I stopped when someone read my poem entitled "My Love is Like a Mountain" and the whole senior class knew I was writing about the boy I was in love with...very small class, small town school...very bad...
Total shut-down for many years...
I found a love of writing again when I went to college in my mid-30s. I was praised by the hardest teacher at the school (who questioned why I wanted in her class when she knew she had a reputation for being "a (bad word)") for my story about an orange, writing on my paper, "I will never be able to eat an orange again without thinking of your story." High praise for me...
I met a man, married, had another son (my first son was 7), and when he was around 3 he started wanting bedtime stories. No amount of books could satisfy him! He wanted more, more, MORE! I grew weary of reading and talking and talking and reading night after night after night...
Finally, one night, I made up a story about a little boy who wanted "Just One More" bedtime story. He recognized himself in the story and wanted it again and again. Every night I was to tell him that story, then he would go to sleep. My husband asked me to write it down so he could tell it when I wasn't home. I did, and our son was pleased. He started asking for other stories, and I tried my best to give him some...
My children loved Sesame Street, and since my stories were geared toward children, I submitted my stories to Children's Television Workshop's book people. Big mistake...I found my ideas in some of their stories later on. I was so angry! I quit writing for a while, then, after we moved away from home, I wrote a few stories again.
I keep getting asked to take it up again by my husband and children, and perhaps I should, but I lack both motivation and encouragement...maybe I'll find it here...?
wolfy
PS My whole book of poems and stories I had written from my high school days was stolen by a girlfriend of my younger brother, who gave the poem, "My Love is Like a Mountain" to him as her own. He was shocked when I quoted it word for word and said that she had stolen my works...I never got them back...