Intro About Writing

I Would Not Paint A Picture

I would not paint a picture.
I'd rather be the one
Its bright impossibility
To dwell delicious on,
And wonder how the fingers feel
Whose rare celestial stir
Evokes so sweet a torment,
Such sumptuous despair.

I would not talk like cornets.
I'd rather be the one
Raised softly to horizons
And out, and easy on
Through villages of ether,
Myself endued balloon
By but a lip of metal,
The pier to my pontoon.

Nor would I be a poet.
Its finer own the ear,
Enamored, impotent, content
The license to revere-
A privilege so awful
What would the dower be
Had I the art to stun myself
With bolts of melody!

--written by Emily Dickinson

I used to write novelettes when I was 10 years old and in 4th Grade. My favorite novels back then were those about the Sweet Valley Twins(including a spin off that was the Unicorn Club series. I've matured my taste alot since then.) It was fun I guess, but my main object was to write as many pages as I could. They were all mysteries, and never exceeded 50 pages.

In 6th Grade, my friend and I wrote a suspenceful, and sci-fi-ish book called The Supernatural which is the only and best book we've written alone together. But at the end of the year, another friend joined our writing frenzies, and I was once again writing mysteries. The stupidity of those books are amazing, and how the characters solve the mystery in the end is beyond me!

The next year, in my 7th English class, I fell in love with writing short stories. My teacher was one of the best teachers I have ever had because she knew how to actually teach. Every person in my class improved.

During that school year, I also wrote my first good poem. I had read poetry on the web, and decided to try it myself. It's one of my favorite ways to explore myself and my emotions now.

Of course, every writer must have some trials and tribulations! That explains the obnoxious mystery book I wrote with the co-authors of the books we wrote the previous year. It is so unbelievably ridiculous, and I am not proud of it. When we finished with that book, we started on something about 3 friends who meet(through really bizzare coincidences) and where 1 of them dies of a disease. We haven't finished it because of summer, but when school starts again, I might drop out of it because it's boring and not very good.

I've been feverishly writing this summer: concentrating mostly with my poetry which seems to help my stories too. I've been reading some poetry both on and off the net, and I've just discovered the verses of singer/songwriter Jewel(her last name is Kilcher) in her book A Night Without Armor.

Writing is just a pure release for me, and I leave you something that Jewel wrote(or said?) about poetry that's seems to be very true for me too:

"I learned how to add and subtract in school;I learned how to be human by reading poetry-Pablo Neruda, Octavio Paz, Maya Angelou. I came to depend on poetry in the darkest years of my life, and it has been a great liberator-making me intimate with myself, awakening and empowering my mind. And so, even more than my song-writing, it stays closest to my heart."

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