I can't remember a time in my life when I didn't write. I still recall being a kid in elementary school jotting down rhyming limericks in my pink fuzzy diary because I thought all poems had to rhyme and even though I didn’t know it yet, it was the start of the most important friendship of my life. Then I got my hands on Louise Fitzhugh’s Harriet the Spy and I was done for. Reading about Harriet and her desire to be a famous author made me realize that my words on paper weren’t just a dumb pipe dream of a 10 year old with big glasses and frizzy hair. This book made me realize that I too wanted to be an author, that I too wanted to write everything I knew and everything I saw and thus was the official start of my writing life.
It always stuck with me. No matter what I did or who I was, writing was a loyal friend with arms stretched open waiting for me to embrace it. I tried different things and experimented with different talents, but in the end writing was what I was meant to do. For a time in high school as I was applying to colleges, I began to think that maybe I could try my hand at acting. I applied to Emerson as a theater major selecting writing as a back-up in case I didn’t get into the program. I guess the universe knew better. Writing was what I went in for and I never looked back.
I found my writing self at Emerson. I fell in love with the first children’s writing course I took and I knew that was going to be my genre. As I progressed through my college years, writing never let me down. It stood by me at 4am as I was cramming the last few words onto my 15 page paper. It handed me tissues as I cried over whatever boy broke my heart and it picked me up when depression hit me hard. For almost two years, I lost myself. I didn’t know who I was anymore and as I struggled to find myself again, writing was my security blanket. I knew who I was when I had a paper and pen in my hand and as long as I had my writing, I would never be lost. It was then that I knew we were soul mates.
I don’t write for the glory of it. Even if I never become that famous author that Harriet wanted to be, I know I am happy with my writing. As I said in my Twitter post, “I write because it's who I am and to do otherwise would feel really strange.”