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|What Started Me Writing? (standard:Creative non-fiction, 1816 words)|
|Author: G.H. Hadden||Added: Mar 30 2008||Views/Reads: 3468/2333||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|An answer to a Forum queston. I’ve always felt that growing up we all start out with such big dreams and promise. By writing, I manage to hold onto that easily lost promise of youth.|
What Started Me Writing? By: G.H. Hadden Hey there. I'm bored again, I guess. Well, here I am responding to something I read in the Nicestories.com forum instead of working on a real story. But, this is kind of a neat question that is deeply personal, and no two answers will ever be the same. For me, writing is not a therapeutic answer to a brutal life, although it might be a good stress reliever. I've been an artistic person for a long time, always drawing; mostly dramatic things like sailing ships and trains and bustling cityscapes. Each told a story in it's own static way, I suppose. I remember one particular cityscape in which I took the names of all my elementary school classmates and made them into business signs and advertising based on the kids' interests and personalities. I sold it to my much older sister by another marriage for twenty dollars. That's a lot of cash when you're in grade five. I think she still has it somewhere—that is, if it didn't burn up when her apartment caught fire many years ago. Must ask her about it sometime. You see, writing has always been kind of at the center of me, like an oil deposit that is slow to be tapped (cliché? No shit Sherlock!). Case and point, ever since a young age I have always been a kind of wannabe storyteller. At around nine years old my best friend at the time and I used to make up fan plays based on our favorite cartoon series ‘G-Force' (A.K.A ‘Battle Of The Planets') and act them out for our younger brothers. As we got older, another friend and I used to tell each other stories “only when we were bored.” Mostly kid adventures involving mysteries, and danger. At that time the only books I read outside of school were ‘Encyclopedia Brown' and ‘Choose Your Own Adventure'. We even began writing one story down in a kind of collaboration—even playacting out the details, but we never finished it. That all stopped around age twelve, when it got too weird. I can remember the first "book" I wrote when I was around ten. It only happened because my mom wouldn't let me stay up to watch the end of ‘The Cassandra Crossing'. I have always been fascinated with trains, so that night in bed I thought up a thousand different endings to the movie I couldn't watch the end of. I eventually wrote my own version of ‘The Cassandra Crossing', which followed most of the movie plotline, with my own (original?} ending. The way I wrote it followed the logic only a kid would think of. I folded over a bunch of 8.5 x 11 papers, stapled then together to make a book, and then filled the inside with writing. The length depended on how nanny pages I had left to squeeze in an ending! I wrote it by hand in pen, and it had a kid's share of misspellings, crossed out words and crooked lines of text. The cover jacket was my drawing of the train rolling along the high steel arch bridge from the movie, with the track girders collapsing below the weight of the locomotive. I guess I enjoyed the creativity of it all, because around that same period of time I wrote a second hand-written book this way. The title of that one escapes me now, but the plot was invented from a tidbit I saw on the CBS Evening News about an American nuclear submarine that was sunk somewhere in 1962. And being a child of the Cold War era, my story naturally involved the “Good” Americans VS those “Evil” Soviets, ending, of course, with the accidental launch of an American ICBM that destroyed Moscow in a giant mushroom cloud! My kiddy version of “The Hunt For Red October” before Tom Clancy stole my idea (OK, maybe ...NOT!!!). I still have those relics of the past lying around somewhere. I was probably the only kid in school that regularly watched the news. Consequently, all my badly written and poorly plotted cookie-cutter compositions were always set in strange far-away places like “Arkensaw”. Yes, pay attention all you Southerners. That's how it SHOULD be spelt. I never wrote much in high school. Back then my specialty was filthy Click here to read the rest of this story (108 more lines)
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