Salutations!
My name is Dianne (though I'm sure I'll publish under a pseudonym). I live in the middle of the United States. I lead a simple, relatively domesticated life. I have a 9-5, a family, a house, too many pets...yadda yadda. All of this is well and good, of course, but the most spectacular thing about me is not the face I show the world, but the self I keep hidden...the self that is yearning to break free at long last.
I've always been a story-teller/writer. The written word is an art. There's a musicality to writing that I find intoxicating. It is my passion. As soon as I could maneuver a pen with the slightest of accuracy, I was writing fantastic, over-the-top stories of monsters and ghosts, goblins and buckets of blood. I've always been proud of my ability to weave a frightful tale out of words, but my mother and countless teachers absolutely disagreed. I was told I was too "dark". That my stories revealed an inner tragedy no one cared about. That I was wasting my talent. That I would be better suited to writing children's stories. Psh. Telling a horror author to write a children's book is, IMHO, blasphemous. So...instead of subjecting myself to further negative criticism, I stopped writing. Well....that's not entirely true. I never stopped writing...I just stopped letting people read what I wrote.
Now, at the crisp, young age of 30, I've decided it's about time to disregard all of the naysayers (including my mother) and tenaciously pursue my talent. I am only truly happy when I write, so why not write? I am thrilled to have finally found a place I can relax and let the darkness seep out. I look forward to actively participating in the discussions held on this forum. It will be refreshing to surround myself (even if only virtually) by like-minded individuals.
Write on, fellow writers. Until we meet again.
My name is Dianne (though I'm sure I'll publish under a pseudonym). I live in the middle of the United States. I lead a simple, relatively domesticated life. I have a 9-5, a family, a house, too many pets...yadda yadda. All of this is well and good, of course, but the most spectacular thing about me is not the face I show the world, but the self I keep hidden...the self that is yearning to break free at long last.
I've always been a story-teller/writer. The written word is an art. There's a musicality to writing that I find intoxicating. It is my passion. As soon as I could maneuver a pen with the slightest of accuracy, I was writing fantastic, over-the-top stories of monsters and ghosts, goblins and buckets of blood. I've always been proud of my ability to weave a frightful tale out of words, but my mother and countless teachers absolutely disagreed. I was told I was too "dark". That my stories revealed an inner tragedy no one cared about. That I was wasting my talent. That I would be better suited to writing children's stories. Psh. Telling a horror author to write a children's book is, IMHO, blasphemous. So...instead of subjecting myself to further negative criticism, I stopped writing. Well....that's not entirely true. I never stopped writing...I just stopped letting people read what I wrote.
Now, at the crisp, young age of 30, I've decided it's about time to disregard all of the naysayers (including my mother) and tenaciously pursue my talent. I am only truly happy when I write, so why not write? I am thrilled to have finally found a place I can relax and let the darkness seep out. I look forward to actively participating in the discussions held on this forum. It will be refreshing to surround myself (even if only virtually) by like-minded individuals.
Write on, fellow writers. Until we meet again.
LMAO!