Here it is, folks!? In honor of ORIGINS Blogfest (a fabulous idea created by DL Hammons which hundreds of writer/bloggers are participating in today) I present you with my origins story ? how I became a writer.? Or rather how I knew I was a writer.
I?ve included the one sentence version of the story in many a bio I?ve written:? I have been a writer since I was 10 years old and realized one day that I didn?t have to wait for the teacher to assign a creative writing project to write something.? But that?s just the tip of the iceberg.
Three year old Merry & her Granddad
I was in third grade.? It had been a rough couple of years for me.? My dad had walked out on us when I was 6, we moved halfway across the country to live near my Mom?s family, my Granddad (who had become a beloved father figure) had passed away very suddenly of a heart attack, and when my dad remarried he took my two older half-brothers (his sons from his first marriage) away to live with him.? Trauma!? I was struggling in school that year too.? It sounds so silly to an adult, but my best friend from second grade had been put in a different classroom than me.? I also had to learn long-division, which nearly killed me.? Everything pretty much sucked far more than your average ten-year-old deserves to have things suck.
My third grade teacher was Mr. Morley.? I adored him.? One day we were given a creative writing assignment.? I don?t even remember what we were supposed to write, but I ended up writing a story about a girl who made friends with and probably fell in love with a wasp (yes, a wasp) named Michael Greer.? Now Michael Greer was a boy in my class that I had been in love with since he kissed me in first grade.? This was the first instance of me making a character out of someone I knew.? I?m sure it was also the first time I used fiction to express and work through my emotions.? There was probably some deep psychological meaning to the fact that I would write a story about myself falling in love with a wasp (I was and still am to this day completely terrified of wasps) named after a boy I had a crush on.
Well, when we did these creative writing assignments in third grade we generally read them aloud to the class after they were graded.? I still remember Mr. Morley asking to speak with me at recess.? He was very tactful about saying that while he liked my story he didn?t think I should read it aloud.? I knew what he was talking about and agreed.? Thank you Mr. Morley for helping me to dodge a bullet that would have meant third grade social suicide!? I loved him even more.
Young Merry coming up with ideas to write about
But this first critique of something I had written got me to thinking?.? I had written a story and enjoyed the process of writing it, and even though I had handed it in to the teacher it hadn?t been read aloud like the rest of the class?s stories.? So that meant that not everything I wrote would have to be on display for my class.? And if I could write something for a class that then wasn?t shared, who was to say that I couldn?t then just write something for myself alone to enjoy?
That?s when I started writing.? Granted, I didn?t do it a lot, just every now and then.? Until something else coincidental and wonderful happened when I was in fifth grade.? My Mom took a job as the secretary of the elementary school that I attended.? When she was cleaning out the office she found a bunch of old school supplies that no one wanted.? One of these items was a small spiral-bound three-subject notebook.? I asked if I could have it.? She said yes.? For the first time in my young life I had in my possession the tools to write as much as I wanted.? This was a notebook that wasn?t earmarked for schoolwork.? It was mine to do with as I pleased.? I believe I wrote another story in which a boy in my class who I had a crush on fell in love with me.? And I think there was some time-travel involved too.? Either way, the tide had turned.? I was a writer.
I have boxes and boxes of spiral-bound notebooks with stories I started, ideas I?ve had, and boys I?ve had crushes on.? I suppose I was always meant to be a romance novelist at that.? Those notebooks lasted up until I got my first computer.? I have a few ancient floppy disks with stories on them (that may never be able to be recovered).? Nowadays I have a flash drive with everything I?ve written for the last five or so years.? But really, it all goes back to those heavy, obnoxious boxes of spiral-bound notebooks that I?ve lugged from apartment to house to apartment to state to state for the last 25 years.? And yes, I still have the original notebook.
I was born to be a writer.? It?s as simple as that.? And I?ll be a writer until the day I die and then some.

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