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The Influences Which Motivated Me To Become A Writer

What motivated me to become a writerMy earlier creations in writing began when I was sixteen years old as a response to situations and circumstance in my life,and the world of the late 1960′s early 1970′s.  I wanted answers, was curious, and sought to explain things on my own. I began wondering about love and if I would ever find love. Sometimes when you are young you think you are old, and you feel of if you are missing something.  At this young age, I guessed I looked at other people who made me feel that  something was missing else. I was not ready to have a relationship.  If I could not find romance, I would write about it, and so I did.

I wrote love and nature poems. The first words I remember writing was in a poem about love. I don’t remember the lines, but if I still have this poem I will write it in my blog. The poem was so emotional that you can really feel how I felt.   I think I had a keen interest in people, but could not understand them, and I questioned the actions of others.  I was more of an observer  and wanted to know why people made certain decisions.

A lot of my earlier poems were about questioning life, nature, people, emotions, and God. I was fond of Shakespeare and Chaucer, because their works are so spectacular, and they are good at intricately observing people. Writers write about life, nature, beauty, and everything humans go through.

I started to love history and the study of ancient civilizations. Ancient people fascinated me, and I particularly liked the Scandinavian people, the Vikings  and Medieval Europe.

As a young teen, I walked many blocks to the library to do research while I was in high school because I wanted to write a book.  I also enjoyed the long walks and while walking I often had a melody in my head.  There were no  MP 3 players back then.  I believe all of the arts are related.  If you are creative in one form of art, you have musical gifts or appreciate music.  I enjoyed singing and decided to study music and learned to play the clarinet in High School.  I also drew pictures occasionally.

While at home one day, I came up with a story about a young man and his father who was an archaeologist. This was an idea which inspired me to write at least five chapters of a story about a Viking ship.   This story was inspired on my walks to the library.  No one guided me or even told me how to write, and I basically leaned a few things on my own.   Someday I will finish this little story,  and published it.

Even though I stopped writing to take on other interest,  I felt myself being drawn back again to one of my first loves.  Writing is a dream state without being asleep.  It is a release of the inner voice and an expression of ones creative self. I am truly grateful for the experience and joy of writing.

The Mysterious Disappearance of Sister Joseph Marie (beginning only)

Sister Joseph Marie was not particularly well liked, at least not by most students in class, but there were a few students who admired her skills with geometric puzzles, and it was Amy who appreciated them the most.  “I understand her crabbiness” Amy told her friends, “and I know she never smiles, but I believe she is a good person.”  Amy thought that Sister Joseph always looked worried.

The stark halls of Saint Claire for Girls smelled of books and pencils, rulers and protractor, especially when you walked into Sister Joseph’s geometry class.  The sister had a favorite phase she would say after describing a geometry problem.  She would look up and say, “It’s all geometric.” One day the students entered the class to find a substitute teacher, Sister Marie.

“I am curious about Sister Joseph?” said Amy, as she approached Sister Marie. “Well, Amy, Sister has taken ill, and she is in a hospital in another state.  I am your new teacher.  Amy politely said thanks, said a prayer, and walked home.

It wasn’t until a year after graduation that Amy and three of her friends, Christine, Joyce, and Vivian each received mysterious unsigned letters with no return addresses.  Their class reunion was a week away, but who wrote the letters?  Amy opened her letter and it contained a geometric pattern with some writing.

Like patterns in a quilt you will find symmetry and congruence,

You will find what needs  found,.

It’s all geometric.

A geometry class room

The girls decided to take a walk to the library to search for ideas and investigate the design.    The word north was written on two of them and west on the other two.  Amy thought they were directional and she tried to remember where she had seen the design.  Then Amy said “It is North by North west” “Like the old Alfred Hitchcock movie.  We must travel northwest.”

Fiction – Strange Story (Brief Intro)

Travis knew his day was starting differently for two reasons.  It was Friday, July 13,  and a crow flew and landed at the edge of  his window.  Travis  believed these birds were messengers but not of the ordinary kind,  and the message was not always obvious.  He started to cough and hack with intestinal distress, and this was the way his body responded even though he did not smoke and was never sick.   All different signs and wonders manifested themselves throughout his twenty-four  years, but Travis already figured out most of them   His gift was both a blessing and a curse.  He knew something was about to occur, and he did not really want to know, but if he had to know, he was ready.  “You have true hillbilly vision”, his boss, Luke, at the drive through would say while pestering him to predict the lottery.  Travis said his gift did not work that way   Travis worked for Luke part-time, but his most treasured job was working for Steven’s mechanics shop where he repaired and detailed cars.  As if to bring Travis back to reality, the crow gave another, even louder, caw.  It wanted his attention badly.  The messenger gave one last peck at the window and flew away.  Travis decided to jump on his Harley and chase it. The sky had a serious dark hue to it, and it looked like rain, but there was no smell of the rain. Travis’ had time for the chase, because he did not have to work today.

He drove off and down into a valley chasing the bird, which appeared to pose on a tree as if waiting for him.  Travis viewed a  flock of moving clouds in the distance,  but the clouds quickly disappeared as he suddenly found himself behind an old car.  He found an intriguing thing, but he did not know why.