When I think back on it, it goes back to kindergarten. Truly. Though the first piece I remember writing is about a christmas tree who was a friend of the woodland animals. The animals were very upset that the tree was taken, so they ventured into the city to reclaim their friend. I was 7 when I wrote that one.
Then when I was 12 I started writing a journal, which brought about poetry. I kept a journal for 12 yrs. There's a lot of nonsense, but, it was the beginning. Life kinda caught up with me, I 'grew up' between 21 and 25, and wrote sparingly. Then 25-27 I was writing more often then not. 27 - 35 its been a struggle. I wish to be a serious writer, but find I am torn between my wishes and my responsibilities. A new parent trying to figure out how to utilize his hobbies when he has time. But, have recently found a lot of time on my hands, so I am hoping that I will focus on this task. With so many started projects and so limited finished works I have a lot of work available to me. I even found a site where I can finish already started works. Haven't ventured into that yet. Was thinking it could be a springboard for my own work if I finished someone else's. We'll see where that goes.