I Love Words
From an early age, I have always loved words and stories.
As a little girl, I carried small notepads and wrote stories in them. Lots and lots of stories. Complete with illustrations. I think my mom still has them somewhere.
In my mid teens, I wrote poetry (dark, haunting and romantic) – well, that’s my take on the poetry and I’m sticking to it! LOL
In my late teens, I had visions of becoming a writer. I wrote lots of short stories, always aiming to make them unusual or get a “twist with a difference”. I sent these various works of literature to different magazines for publication. I was told each time my work was good but more suited to A, B, or C magazine. I was lucky to receive responses but being young and arrogant (of which I am neither anymore), the work was moodily put aside and the dreams of becoming a published writer forgotten. Stupid really. I wish I had persevered.
Throughout different college courses, tutors always picked up on my written work. I remember in my late teens, having had work marked and returned, one particular tutor wrote an additional comment asking if “I wrote for pleasure in my spare time?” He himself had a few things published but actually devoted a lot of time to competition writing of which he was very successful – winning electrical goods, holidays and even a car! After I had left the college course, he would pop in to see me (I had a Saturday job at Boots The Chemist back then), update me on his writing situation - always bringing titbits of work he’d had published and asking me how my writing was coming along. I have never forgotten his kindness or encouragement.
To this day, I continue to love words.
If there are words I haven’t come across, I look them up because I am genuinely interested.
I make a point of using new or unconventional words in conversation. Sometimes I have a "word of the week" or a favourite. I don’t go overboard with this but friends, co-workers and acquaintances that know me are fairly tolerant and indulge my “at times” quirky personality with affectionate tolerance.
Words just interest me and give me an endless source of satisfaction.
As a little girl, I carried small notepads and wrote stories in them. Lots and lots of stories. Complete with illustrations. I think my mom still has them somewhere.
In my mid teens, I wrote poetry (dark, haunting and romantic) – well, that’s my take on the poetry and I’m sticking to it! LOL
In my late teens, I had visions of becoming a writer. I wrote lots of short stories, always aiming to make them unusual or get a “twist with a difference”. I sent these various works of literature to different magazines for publication. I was told each time my work was good but more suited to A, B, or C magazine. I was lucky to receive responses but being young and arrogant (of which I am neither anymore), the work was moodily put aside and the dreams of becoming a published writer forgotten. Stupid really. I wish I had persevered.
Throughout different college courses, tutors always picked up on my written work. I remember in my late teens, having had work marked and returned, one particular tutor wrote an additional comment asking if “I wrote for pleasure in my spare time?” He himself had a few things published but actually devoted a lot of time to competition writing of which he was very successful – winning electrical goods, holidays and even a car! After I had left the college course, he would pop in to see me (I had a Saturday job at Boots The Chemist back then), update me on his writing situation - always bringing titbits of work he’d had published and asking me how my writing was coming along. I have never forgotten his kindness or encouragement.
To this day, I continue to love words.
If there are words I haven’t come across, I look them up because I am genuinely interested.
I make a point of using new or unconventional words in conversation. Sometimes I have a "word of the week" or a favourite. I don’t go overboard with this but friends, co-workers and acquaintances that know me are fairly tolerant and indulge my “at times” quirky personality with affectionate tolerance.
Words just interest me and give me an endless source of satisfaction.
By:
liguidgold
Age:
41-45
,
Female
