You may have noticed that I used to post poems on here. Now, they are gone. I wanted to share my journey thus far with writing first.
I didn’t grow up speaking English full time. In fact, I had very limited access to stories and overall academic resources. Aside from the classics, there weren’t really any books to check out. Public libraries were nonexistent. Plus, English wasn’t the main language spoken in Egypt, so most books were translated.
At age 12, I finally read my first poem in school: a William Wordsworth piece. It was a short cute thing about clouds. I was in love. The little poetry booklet had a handful of short pieces. Whenever I was alone in my room, I would pretend I wrote them.
A year later, my family moved to the United States. Luckily, I was able to pass the standardized tests. Accomplishing this feat meant resulted in my access to English classes with native speakers. My life was never the same.
By my second year, I was able to get into a creative writing class. The instructor, I think, enjoyed my geekiness and enthusiasm to learn things. I was an ambitious kid and I wanted to write stories.
Driven, I majored in English when I got to college. I had written for school newspaper for a while. Then…I stopped.
After my mental illnesses severely worsened, I started writing again. Back then, I was starting out in therapy and using writing to work through my issues. This is still mostly the case. I write as a form of self expression.
However, I didn’t get feedback for my writing until a month ago. My sweet friend Ashley Jean has been giving suggestions. She asks honest questions to help me with communicating a point in my work. Essentially, my anxiety and insecurity makes it hard for me to come out and clearly express thoughts. I’m learning. I remember my buddies Kristen and Asti asking what a poem meant, and I was like, “Oh…people want to know that?”
Ever since, I have been trying to write with more intention and clarity. I hope it comes across.
Right now: I’m in a writing community, introduced to me by my pal Inge, whose name remains a challenge to pronounce but I love her, okay. Also, my brother introduced me to some lovely ladies who have a writing group. They sound so sweet and kind, supportive and thoughtful. I have high hopes for us all.
At present, I am sending out my poems to publications in hopes of growing my skill set and, perhaps, developing an audience for my writing.
In future, I hope to write short stories or even jump into a full length novel. As of now, I haven’t been able to finish a novel, but I can manage a series of poems just fine. So…that’s kind of my focus for the future. I’m writing on the blog and chronicling growth as a critical reader and writer. Thank you for sticking around.
Are you a writer by any chance? What’s your journey been like with reading and writing? Any tips for new writers? Share them in the comment section below!