Happy Forum Friday! Today’s question is less business and more personal: When did you know what you wanted to be a writer?
Personally, I’m somewhat iffy on believing in callings, but I feel I have always known I wanted to be a writer.
If I had to point to single revelation it would probably be this:
In elementary school I was reading Megan’s Island by Willo Davis Roberts. It was a page-turner, I remember, and vivid: I can still see the image of a girl tentatively reaching for an overturned canoe to check beneath it.
In fact, it was as I was reading the passage in which that happened that somebody called to me, interrupting the story, and I looked up from the book. Then, when I looked back down and saw text on the page, I realized: though words were what was before me, they were not what I was seeing. The writing, as I read over it, came to life: transported me. I was there, watching the story play out.
That’s when I knew writing was magic. It bewildered me then, it bewilders me now, and well– what kind of person would I be if I didn’t pursue that fascination?