What got you into writing? Something had to. Maybe you were just always into it? Maybe not? What was the stimulus?
When I first learned to write, I hated it. I thought, What's the point of writing? It makes beautiful sheets of white paper and black. It hurts my fingers. People comment about my handwriting. I thought, Doing something like this, it's producing sentences, out of words, out of letters, that people BEFORE you have invented. It isn't a very original thing. This opinion of writing stayed with me until about the middle of fifth grade. What shook my dislike of writing out of my head was the absence of it.
In fifth grade, our teacher of English(or, what we used to call it then, Language Arts), was the wonderful Ms. Glavin. I was in honors Language and Maths, and so was expected to do very good, that I did, but in the first term, very reluctantly. I didn't understand what joy people got from coming up with various combinations of words that already existed. It wasn't inventing something new. It wasn't coming up with something life changing or helpful. To me, it was just a boring thing that some people who had nothing to do did.
Unfortunately, as I thought it then, Ms. Glavin didn't agree. Everyday, for the first 15 minutes of our half an hour lesson, we had to write in these special notebooks that we had especially for that purpose. We just had to write anything, a story, a poem, an article. Even a diary entry if we wanted to. I used to dread it in the beginning. I found it boring. I couldn't talk with my friends, it didn't help me become an Astronaut(my dream at that time). It served no purpose.
But slowly, after I was forced to do it for a few weeks, I got used to it. And, unknown to me, I even started liking it. I didn't know it, but everyday I would start looking forward to those fifteen minutes. I didn't realize it, but underneath my hatred of the activity, I developed an odd sort of fondness for it.
Then, one fine day, Ms. Glavin decided that we didn't need to write anymore in the morning, now we needed to read. So then, we stopped writing, and started reading. We did D.E.A.R time, and in the beginning, I was happy and relieved. Reading was something I liked much more. But after a few weeks, I started to miss that notebook that I used to write in so reluctantly. I missed the feeling of a pencil in my hand, writing whatever nonsense came into my head. I missed thinking about which words would fit the best, how to spell 'recommend', what should Ellie do after that. I found myself missing the thing I had sworn to hate.
Ms. Glavin decided to switch us back to writing after about two months. I was so happy. I was relieved to get to think about which words fit best, how to spell 'recommend', about what Ellie should do next. I still remember the first story I ever started writing. It was in that same notebook, the one with a red cover, and my name written on the front.
I started writing again seriously about last year. I started another story, one about Greek Mythology. Currently, it's stuck at chapter 15, at about the middle.
My first proper poem that I ever wrote was in January of this year. It's called Randomness, and for whoever wants to read it, it's in my notes. I think that I started to get into poetry after that first poem, written while researching for the chemistry project due the next day, knowing I shouldn't have been writing it. A series of more than 40 immature, beginner type poems followed that, until September 5th, 2009.
I think that was the day that I started writing proper poetry. It was the day I published the poem, I Dream Of Oblivion on Protagonize. I think that was my first proper poem, and it's one of the first poems I wrote that I feel proud of today.
After that, dozens followed. Some Rhymed, some didn't. Some were long, some were short. But the thing that connected all of them is the fact that they were written from the heart, not from the mind. For so long, I had been writing poetry from my brain, not from my heart, the origin of true poetry.
On July 14th, 2009, I joined this website called Protagonize. II think that this website finally made me realize that writing was what I was born to do, that writing was what I was meant to do.
From that day, I stopped introducing myself as Ritu, the Biology lover, or Ritu the future Astronaut, but Ritu, the poet at heart.