(As part of Literary Mama’s, After Page One series – inspiring mom writers)
“Bobby…Julia…Mark…” My fifth grade teacher called each student to the front of the classroom to fetch our graded short story essays – our final project for the year.
I had spent hours brainstorming a storyline for that particular piece of fiction, and even more time writing, erasing, and rewriting each page in perfect cursive. It was my finest work to date!
“Kristin.” I sprung up from my seat.
As I reached for my paper, Mr. Scates bent down deliberately and whispered, “Excellent work. One day I’m going to hand you a book to sign for me because you’re going to be an author.”
Even at such a young age I stood there staggered at the weight of his words before replying, “Thank you, Mr. Scates. I would like that.”
I walked back to my desk with a colossal grin, studying the large red “A+” crowning the top of my very first “book.”
Writing has always been my passion, an outlet, and my preferred form of communication. I’m a mediocre public speaker, and I often can’t find the appropriate words during daily interactions, but give me a laptop and a blank word document and I will articulate the very inner workings of my thoughts and sentiments.