My greatest aspiration is to come up with something new to say worthy of being read by others.
I have always loved storytelling, performing, and especially writing. My father read to me as a child and regaled me with stories of how his parents had done the same for him. It instilled in me the sense that reading and writing were incredibly important and a practice worth valuing.
I was the kid that snuck books into bed and read them well after I was supposed to be asleep. I just had to know what would happen next. I tried my hand at creative writing very early on when I was seven or eight years old. I painstakingly typed out a story to pass out to the neighbors on the Apple IIc that we had set up in my parent’s bedroom.
I asked my mom to help me print it and was gifted with a mom who was willing to sit down with me and correctthemistakethatimadebytypingeverythinginonelongsentencethatwasverydifficulttoread
She taught me patience, coached me on grammar, and conveyed the power word processing to me. I spent a lot of hours writing fiction on that keyboard, in notebooks, and on loose leaf paper I found around the house. Coming up with characters, plots, and new ideas was my favorite pastime.
When a teacher assigned the class the responsibility of writing a short story with the constraint that it include what life would be like if you were only six inches tall my mind was ablaze with possibility. When I turned in my tale I was nervous, but when I got back an ‘A’ in bright red ink I was ecstatic. The teacher even wrote a comment that read “Shaun is one of the most creative young men I have ever taught! This was a wonderful story and I can't wait to read more!" That was my "Ah-ha!" moment. I knew right then and there that I wanted to tell stories.
Life and its many conflicting interests have often prevented me from my passion. Writing is always on my mind though. Character ideas. Plot devices. Important questions worth asking and addressing through story are always flitting around. I write most of them down in notebooks and I’ll get to them eventually. Eventually…
I was the kid that snuck books into bed and read them well after I was supposed to be asleep. I just had to know what would happen next. I tried my hand at creative writing very early on when I was seven or eight years old. I painstakingly typed out a story to pass out to the neighbors on the Apple IIc that we had set up in my parent’s bedroom.
I asked my mom to help me print it and was gifted with a mom who was willing to sit down with me and correctthemistakethatimadebytypingeverythinginonelongsentencethatwasverydifficulttoread
She taught me patience, coached me on grammar, and conveyed the power word processing to me. I spent a lot of hours writing fiction on that keyboard, in notebooks, and on loose leaf paper I found around the house. Coming up with characters, plots, and new ideas was my favorite pastime.
When a teacher assigned the class the responsibility of writing a short story with the constraint that it include what life would be like if you were only six inches tall my mind was ablaze with possibility. When I turned in my tale I was nervous, but when I got back an ‘A’ in bright red ink I was ecstatic. The teacher even wrote a comment that read “Shaun is one of the most creative young men I have ever taught! This was a wonderful story and I can't wait to read more!" That was my "Ah-ha!" moment. I knew right then and there that I wanted to tell stories.
Life and its many conflicting interests have often prevented me from my passion. Writing is always on my mind though. Character ideas. Plot devices. Important questions worth asking and addressing through story are always flitting around. I write most of them down in notebooks and I’ll get to them eventually. Eventually…
