Writing to stay out of the cold.

WRITING TO STAY OUT OF THE COLD

Someone could have told me I could write a little earlier. Obvious I
could write, and I could read the questions and write the answers in my
English paper. Only once did I mess up by writing my nickname instead
of my real name. But nobody told me I was any good. Although I'm gonna
sound like an arrogant little twat saying all this, I'm good at most
things, and if I could an A then it wasn't cause for any celebration
because everyone in my family had a brain and I have my brother's 3 As
and 7 A*s to live up to.

Writing was never 'my thing'. It was just something I did in order to
e-mail my friends, or take notes in class but actually write? Gimme a
break.

I only joined the "Creative Writing Club" at school cuz I knew it was
gonna be freezing cold outside, cuz two of my friend's were going, cuz
hell - it might be fun to annoy the new teacher and why not? But was I
ever gonna take it seriously? NO WAY! That is until I found out I could
write. At this writing club thingy we - all four of us - were told to
put some stuff on abctales.com moment of panic as I realized that I hadn't written anything worthy of
sticking on a website - unless you count my diary. But I'm hardly gonna
copy up big chunks of my diary, especially when you consider the fact
that I only write in my diary when I'm very depressed, very angry or
very happy and also the fact that I don't REALLY want people reading my
diary. Especially people who I will have to see at school the next day.
So moment of panic - what do I write? Well I got home, went to the
computer and just started writing&;#8230;

I just sat in front of the machine, lay my hands on the keypad and
well&;#8230; One thing lead to another and it just happened and 9
(minutes) later a 'thing' was born. The 'thing' I later discovered was
a rant. Not a short story, not a poem, not a script just a load of
words which express my feeling or something. My Rant.

And then - SHOCK HORROR - a few couple of weeks later, and my writing
seems to have got better. And then suddenly - I'm cherry picked. And
then again. But hang-on. I'm not saying this cuz I'm an ego-manic - I
was and still am genuinely 100\% shocked cuz I don't DO writing.
Writing is not my THING until&;#8230; now?

Someone could have told me a bit earlier. I mean, 16 is a bit late to
decide that - ooh by the way, you know you were gonna be a
photographer? You're not - you're gonna be a write - Well thanks very
much. A few years earlier would have been better but... WHATEVER.

And to think, I only did it to stay out of the cold.