togitc
Sporadic
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- Jul 15, 2002
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Origins are always interesting, even the boring ones. Come on, it'll be fun. Why/How did you start writing? Erotic, non-erotic, poetry, or anything else you can think of.
My origins.
Non-erotic:
I wrote before I knew how to write. I would scribble on a sheet of paper and make my parents read it. It only got worse once I learned my letters, I would put every letter I know on a page and put a period at the end. I can still remember explaining that with a period at the end it was a sentance to my mother. When I post a story I still feel like that little kid holding out a piece of construction paper and waiting nervously for any sort of reaction.
Erotic:
The first story I wrote was just to write one. I read them so many times that I thought I could do it. I was wrong.
My 'real' beginning was when I was writing what I thought was going to be my first book and I came to a kiss. I realized I had never written a kiss before. I wanted it to be wonderful, why couldn't I write it? So I started with passion, then lust, and then love. Haven't gone back to non-erotic since.
Poetry:
I have to thank a noisey mother and lousy hiding places. I would write journals about what I thought and dreams and my mother would find my journal, read it, and then wait for me to come home to talk to me about it. I started ripping up my journals after three pages and it felt terrible. To stop the destruction of my inner-most thoughts I started writing in code.
My english teacher caught me writing an entry during class, she thought it was a note. She read it, liked it, and moved me to advanced placement classes.
That is all I can think of at the moment.
Come on, tell me yours.
My origins.
Non-erotic:
I wrote before I knew how to write. I would scribble on a sheet of paper and make my parents read it. It only got worse once I learned my letters, I would put every letter I know on a page and put a period at the end. I can still remember explaining that with a period at the end it was a sentance to my mother. When I post a story I still feel like that little kid holding out a piece of construction paper and waiting nervously for any sort of reaction.
Erotic:
The first story I wrote was just to write one. I read them so many times that I thought I could do it. I was wrong.
My 'real' beginning was when I was writing what I thought was going to be my first book and I came to a kiss. I realized I had never written a kiss before. I wanted it to be wonderful, why couldn't I write it? So I started with passion, then lust, and then love. Haven't gone back to non-erotic since.
Poetry:
I have to thank a noisey mother and lousy hiding places. I would write journals about what I thought and dreams and my mother would find my journal, read it, and then wait for me to come home to talk to me about it. I started ripping up my journals after three pages and it felt terrible. To stop the destruction of my inner-most thoughts I started writing in code.
My english teacher caught me writing an entry during class, she thought it was a note. She read it, liked it, and moved me to advanced placement classes.
That is all I can think of at the moment.
Come on, tell me yours.