I’ve been trying to write this blog post for the past two months. If there’s one thing I hate in this world, it’s looking stupid in front of other people. Especially when it comes to my writing. In my first draft, I did the whole David Copperfield thing where I give you my back story. (tell you the time of my birth and all that jazz) Your readers should know where you come from, right? Where you come from is a part of who you are. Well, I’ve decided not to do that. I don’t want to bore you with the details. Mystery vs. History, you know?
I can only hope that, one day, my writing will surpass the literary works of Haruki Murakami or Charlotte Perkins Gilman. Listen to this:
“My head’s too full of that enigmatic girl. A strange, terrific force unlike anything I’ve ever experienced is sprouting in my heart, taking root there, growing. Shut up behind my rib cage, my warm heart expands and contracts independent of my will—over and over again.”
— Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
Man, I will buy anything that man writes—even if it were like….little scribbles on his napkin from lunch. You just can’t help falling in love with his style.
I think I’ve always wanted to be a writer. I remember composing this atrocity of a poem about friendship back in the sixth grade. It went something like:
Friendships are like flames
They never last long
Something that rhymes with flames
Something that rhymes with long
Blah Blabitty Blah
I submitted it in a poetry contest for a website–I think it was poetry.com or something along those lines—and they wrote me a letter, claiming that I’d won and wanted me to come to Pennsylvania for the award ceremony. My mother wouldn’t let me go because she thought it was a scam.
In seventh grade, I wrote two short stories. I only remember one of them and it had a very similar plot to Brendan Fraser’s 1999 film, The Mummy. Much like my poem, it was the crap that craps crap. Just to be clear, The Mummy isn’t crap. It was a fine film packed with adventure, action, comedy (Beni: Beware of the curse! Beware of the curse!) and romance—pretty much everything you’d ever want in a film. I’ll be honest, it’s not a movie I’d watch twice in one sitting because Fraser’s bangs annoy me. It depends if I’m in the mood to raise the dead or go treasure-hunting.
I stopped writing after that. I developed other passions. MUST. PAINT. ALL. THE. THINGS. (wanted to be an art teacher after joining my school’s art club for 0.2 seconds for a small fee of $90 a month…sorry mom)
All throughout high school, I was under this insane delusion that I had the talent to become an actress. (all thanks to that psychic who said I’d be famous in the entertainment business…hopefully she meant the book business, am I right?)
Took an interest in veterinary science during my first two years of college. Well, well, well. Look at what we have here? Another insane delusion because I would have to take calculus and organic chemistry but I’m over here like:
I’m just kidding. It’s not that bad. But it’s true. I’m horrible at math. And you know what? I’m okay with that. Skipping ahead to two years later (2012), I switched from Biology to English for my major. I realized, I love to read. Books are beautiful, precious things. I want to create something beautiful. And there you have it.