Rose

At a young age I started taking to writing fiction, and started poking and prodding at my English teacher's brains until I felt I had a good idea of where on earth to start. I had the issue, in and around my middle school years, in which I couldn't manage to write the assigned amount of pages. It wasn't that I couldn't write enough, it was that I wrote too much. Even though it frustrated me slightly, it seemed to make my teachers glow. I started writing just for me. As an entertainment that I found more interesting than watching TV or sitting to play video games. When it came time for college, I found myself sitting in a writing class, even though I'm going for a degree in Forensic Psychology and not writing. The Professor was thrilled when it came time for us to hand in our first fictional writing and actually handed it back to me asking me to write more, she had been dying to know what happened next and notice every little detail she could. I did as she asked and when I turned it in again she told me I was talented when it came to writing and that I should look into perhaps studying it on the side. I'm still writing of course, and in my second semester of college now. I'm hunting around for what to do with what I write. It seems a shame to write it, and then keep it all for myself. After all, you're always taught that sharing is the better thing to do. :)