I'm a freelance writer who has published poetry, devotionals, articles and stories, especially in e-zines. A life-long bookworm, books glued me to a chair for hours growing up. The characters I met in favorite books became my friends. As a child, I explored the fun of writing on my own and for other school assignments. After years of learning, I know that the pleasure and challenge of creating something that blesses others makes all the hard work worthwhile.
Black Beauty, by Caryn,
Jenner and Anna Sewell
My Friend Flicka, by Mary O'Hara
The Forgotten Door, by Alexander Key
Where the Red Fern Grows, by Wilson Rawls
The Black Stallion series, by Walter Farley
The Hardy Boys mystery stories, by Franklin W. Dixon
The Little House on the Prairie book series, by Laura Ingalls Wilder
A Ring of Endless Light, by Madeline L'Engle
In elementary school, I devoured many horse novels. I grew to love horses so much that I made my own, a horse that gave me hours of fun. This horse, Dobbin, came together from an interesting stick I found: one end appeared almost like a horse's head. He was soon graced with paper ears, a white yarn mane and tail and a paper saddle. After I finished sixth grade, Dobbin inspired me to create a comic strip about his travels and adventures with his owner; this story-telling kept me enthralled, and the story filled page after page.
I later wrote a poem that recounted Dobbin's and my scary encounter with my neighbor's doberman. It growled before it saw us. We peered around our fence at the dog. It barked, lunged, and broke his chain: Then I grabbed my stick horse and raced home!
My junior English teacher challenged me to improve by giving me constructive criticism on word choice and style. He encouraged me with good comments on my papers; and delighted me when he requested a copy of one of my poems. When he was pleased, I was happy—that was my reward.
My senior English teacher smiled and gave the comfort of a friend every day. She even gave hugs, and bolstered me when I needed it to try a new assignment. While doing her daily journal assignments, I relaxed and embraced my love of writing. And, I enjoyed the challenge of writing essays for her too. That year, I knew that I wanted to be a writer.