I wrote my first story when I was 12
years old. It was for a school writing assignment. I wanted to impress my
English teacher because she was kind of like Miss Jenny in Matilda. I had a lot of favourite teachers when
I was in grade school but this English teacher (who I could not remember the
name today, but I remember her as an indistinct, plump figure with curly hair
and a kind smile—she was just a substitute then) was my most favourite of them
all. So we were told to write a short story as our final assignment for that
school year and I wanted to write the best story ever but I ended up consuming
an entire notebook plus a few pages of writing paper attached haphazardly to
the notebook, it was not a short story. I thought everyone was impressed by my efforts;
they kept borrowing to read it and said it was real good. Of course, we were
sixth graders back then so it’s not really as impressive as it sounds. I found out
my teacher never checked the notebooks. She placed them in a cupboard and
allowed dust to gather until I unearthed them and saved the notebooks from
oblivion. I was bitterly disappointed and vowed never to put that kind of
effort in school projects thus the procrastination started. It was not my first
story, I’ve been constructing stories in my mind since I learned how to think
aka since I started reading books. Sometimes they are stories from books I’m
reading, when I’m not fully satisfied with the stories and wanted to add a bit
of a personal touch to them, hence the editing started. My mind is like the
universe where I travel in my own personal TARDIS to different times,
dimensions and worlds (since I can't deal with reality that well). COOL.COOL.COOL
