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When I was a teen I used to sit places and write poetry and dream up tales to tell. I loved to play with words. I am not sure at what age I started to do this. I know I didn't start to love reading until I was older than most my friends were when they started to love reading. The key for me was that I started to love reading when I was finally allowed to read for myself and not forced to read things. I started to love reading when I didn't have to fill out a report or get up in front of class. I do not know when I started to make my own stories. It was likely long before I started to love reading.
But I also love to write poetry. It is like painting a picture with words. it is messy and artistic and I don't think I will ever stop thinking of poetry as a part of myself. I remember there was a poem I worked on for years. I still don't consider it complete. It had to do with the sky and how beautiful I thought it was. I got some mean comments when I told people how long I had been working on the poem. It made me feel bad back then. But now a days I don't much care. The poem wasn't perfect. So it wasn't done and I spent a lot of time trying to perfect it.
I tried when I was a teen to do short stories, but so many of my ideas were just too big to be a short story. Too many characters and too long of a plot. Too many ideas all braided together. I have recently decided to do a short story. So I'll just have to see how it turns out. It was inspired by a beautiful piece of art. That is how inspiration is for me. A sound, a concept, an image. Anything can get my mind bubbling with ideas.
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