No, this isn’t where I tell you my fiction tales…not a bad idea to keep in mind for later though. No, this is where I remember how it all began. A 5th grade poetry assignment that was chosen for the elementary school newsletter. I can almost remember the entire poem... weather, weather, hot and cold, how it works is never told…and a few more lines that I vaguely remember. Not very scientifically sound for my 5th grade mind but man I could rhyme.
That was it. I was bitten by the writing bug. I was a poet, a writer, a dreamer extraordinaire (I did say Penned in Vain; today I mean that kind of vain…). Hey I was a fifth grader, what did I know? Six lines of rhyme made me a writer.
It didn’t stop there. My life was stories, poetry, essays (not written class reports, no, girlfriend wrote essays). And I even had a stint as a sports journalist in middle school and high school. Bum knees had me relegated to sports reporting on all gym class activities until I broke free and wrote on boxing (and my so many greats removed I forget how many) and my very great uncle Bob Fitzsimmons, and then on to baseball. Before we go much further it was NY Yankee fan.
Yes I wrote lots of baseball and my teachers could not tell which team I favored because I was an original fair and balanced reporter. Even when I wrote about the last great Yankee and Dodger match up in the 80’s my teacher had to ask which team…she couldn’t tell. All my baseball writings are saved with my important papers in the basement closet. Maybe I’ll publish them here for fun if I can dig them up. Even though you know it is from a Yankee fan.
Don’t worry; there were literature topics I covered. How about Emerson and Poe? Set writing aside, let’s talk reading. I loved the classics. I only just purchased a copy of a collection of medieval literature which included Beowulf at a library book sale not too long ago. Yes I did, and I read Beowulf through twice immediately. Poe, I read so much Poe and worked a teacher over for a great grade on the dark author that I’m in my element during this 200th Edgar Allan Poe Birthday Centennial.
Enough about me, share, share, share! Please, how did you start writing, was it a book, or your own poem? Music or song? Where’d you get your writing bug?
That was it. I was bitten by the writing bug. I was a poet, a writer, a dreamer extraordinaire (I did say Penned in Vain; today I mean that kind of vain…). Hey I was a fifth grader, what did I know? Six lines of rhyme made me a writer.
It didn’t stop there. My life was stories, poetry, essays (not written class reports, no, girlfriend wrote essays). And I even had a stint as a sports journalist in middle school and high school. Bum knees had me relegated to sports reporting on all gym class activities until I broke free and wrote on boxing (and my so many greats removed I forget how many) and my very great uncle Bob Fitzsimmons, and then on to baseball. Before we go much further it was NY Yankee fan.
Yes I wrote lots of baseball and my teachers could not tell which team I favored because I was an original fair and balanced reporter. Even when I wrote about the last great Yankee and Dodger match up in the 80’s my teacher had to ask which team…she couldn’t tell. All my baseball writings are saved with my important papers in the basement closet. Maybe I’ll publish them here for fun if I can dig them up. Even though you know it is from a Yankee fan.
Don’t worry; there were literature topics I covered. How about Emerson and Poe? Set writing aside, let’s talk reading. I loved the classics. I only just purchased a copy of a collection of medieval literature which included Beowulf at a library book sale not too long ago. Yes I did, and I read Beowulf through twice immediately. Poe, I read so much Poe and worked a teacher over for a great grade on the dark author that I’m in my element during this 200th Edgar Allan Poe Birthday Centennial.
Enough about me, share, share, share! Please, how did you start writing, was it a book, or your own poem? Music or song? Where’d you get your writing bug?
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