Ever since I was a little girl, I always knew I was meant to be a writer. I gleefully imagined my future - I would only write wearing my favorite red sweater, the lucky one that helped me get straight A's on all my Spelling exams. I would lie in bed with my cat curled up around my arm, and write with a pencil long enough to reach the ceiling. This was before I knew how to turn on a computer, much less how to type, and when I was still infatuated with the color red. This was when writing still seemed glamorous to me. The thought, that you could get paid and become famous to do something that was so easy! Stories flew from my fingertips like birds released from cages. So eager to spread their wings across the page. Now I own a laptop and type all my writing ... when I have the time. I no longer am infatuated with the color red, preferring black instead. I see writing now for what it truly is - it is hard work, work that demands discipline. But the kid in me is still holding out for that extra long pencil. 2008-05-15T20:45:51Z http://ficlets.com/feed/story/30270 <p>Writing outside allows you the room to use a pencil that can reach the clouds! ;-) Great nostalgia here.</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/30270?basename=62558 2008-05-15T20:45:51Z Trann http://ficlets.com/authors/trann <p>Love it! And the actual <em>act</em> of writing brings about a completely different sense of accomplishment still. Sometimes my hand just itches to sit down and <em>write</em> anything. The curls of cursive and staccato of print (especially with a fine tip ballpoint black ink pen that flows smoothly and evenly&#8212;yeah I <em>am</em> a bit picky.) Ah, the memories. ;)</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/30270?basename=61882 2008-05-12T21:55:42Z Jenunique http://ficlets.com/authors/jenunique <p>Love the whimiscal side to this. Great work&#8230;and keep dreaming :)</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/30270?basename=61870 2008-05-12T21:29:25Z Saint Chuck http://ficlets.com/authors/chuck_thelove <p>Yes, but did you have a pencil holder in the shape of an even gianter pencil? Because that&#8217;s what cool kids like me had. I swear, it was really cool.<br />LoA</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/30270?basename=61864 2008-05-12T20:59:37Z Eckhouse http://ficlets.com/authors/eckhouse <p>a big difference, yet that child is still in there! :) Great job!</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/30270?basename=61815 2008-05-12T18:49:07Z Mistress Elsha Hawk http://ficlets.com/authors/mistress_elsha_hawk <p>Pretty much, what THX said. There&#8217;s a great difference between the whimsy dream of a child and the life of the adult trying to make it as a writer.</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/30270?basename=61808 2008-05-12T18:45:23Z thebetweenspace http://ficlets.com/authors/thebetweenspace <p>It worked, the whole long pencil thing. Gave it all a sense of childhood whimsy clinging to life beneath the ill effects of growing up into an adult world. Writing is a serious thing, especially if you want to get paid for it! (just spent some time looking into getting an agent&#8230;complicated!)</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/30270?basename=61801 2008-05-12T18:36:47Z THX 0477 http://ficlets.com/authors/thx_0477 <p>To give credit where credit is due, the line about me using a pencil long enough to reach the ceiling whilst lying in bed with my cat is from the great G.K. Chesteron. I couldn&#8217;t find the exact quote, but it was something to that effect. :p</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/30270?basename=61791 2008-05-12T16:16:05Z ♠Ana Cristina♥ http://ficlets.com/authors/asimon78