When I was a little girl, I would escape into my books. The stories would take me far away from my bedroom or under the tree where I sat, and snap me to another place and time. I learned what authors I loved and would anxiously wait for their next book. I remember being just as mesmorized by the fact that somebody created the world I was reading about, almost as much as the story it’s self.
I knew that was what I wanted to do at an early age. And so I began to write, not because I was told to, but because I had stories inside of me. And as I wrote, something happened to me. My teachers noticed that though I sucked at most every other subject, I did okay at writing. In fact, I was encouraged and put into special classes to motivate me. Where some kids want to be a ballerina or a fireman I always knew that I wanted to be a writer and never have ever changed my mind.
Sometimes now, I like to escape as I write my stories. Fiction is like magic for me. You can make each character a certain gender, as you name them, decide what age they will be, what personality they have, their color hair , where they live, and what jobs they have. You can have them married, break them up bring tragedy their way and then save them. As the author, you basically create their world.
I Am The Master Of Their Story
I am the master of their story,
I can break their hearts with my pen.
Or… I can backspace and delete
and make them fall in love again!
I can carry them to different lands
and make them travel over seas.
So why then can’t I rewrite
the fate that falls on me?