What I Wrote When I was Young

What I wrote when I was young…what I have to say will either be an encouragement or a disappointment, depending on how you look at it. 

I’m not one of those writers who dreamed of authoring books when I was young.  It never crossed my mind.  I didn’t journal then and I still don’t. And my diary entries are as sparsely populated as the Sahara desert.  You can see a pic of my actual powder pink diary in this blog post:  How I Became a TeachingAuthor

However I did win a peppermint stick for my groundbreaking (Ha) poem in the third grade that went like this:

I have a dog named Rusty.

Sometimes he gets Dusty.

That’s why I call him Rusty. 

Sort of disappointing, isn’t it?

But, in a way I hope my lack of writing when I was young is an encouragement to aspiring writers out there dreaming of seeing their name on the cover of book one day.  I don’t have any formal training as a writer.  And you don’t have to have a master’s degree in creative writing to author books. 

You just have to be willing to work hard (for little pay), work on the craft of writing, and be persistent. 

If I can do it, so can you.

Carla Killough McClafferty