Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Miscellaneous Post 2

Sometimes I write short stories. I've been doing this since I was eleven years old. I started writing a humorous story full of intentionally misspelled words one night when I was sitting around with my cousin. When I showed this to my grandmother, she loved that it was so novel. I was breaking every conventional grammar rule I had been taught but the end result was an entertaining and well-written piece of work. She prompted me to continue writing these stories and I did. She showed them to her friends in her book club and they all laughed and admired how funny and quirky my writings were. Eventually, I began writing other stories. I moved around in my earliest science fiction stories around this time as well. When my grandmother passed away in 2005, two years after I had started writing my short stories, I used writing as a way to process my emotions. I began writing dark and creepy stories, one of which was written in second person. As I got older and became more experienced with writing short stories, I learned how to develop characters and use dialog. When I was a freshman in high school, I had a lot of free time in class and I had just read Stephen King's The Stand. I started writing a story about a young guy who travels from his home in Seattle across the country after he finds that he is the only survivor of a plague that wiped out the rest of the planet. I haven't written anything in a while. I last wrote the second part of a trilogy of stories which combines to be one much longer story and then a spin-off of the same trilogy, but that was this summer.

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