What are your earliest experiences of writing
and are they helping you or making writing difficult?
Dear Writing friends,
I’ve written before about some of my earliest memories of writing, about the tiny books I loved to make as a child, by folding or stitching pieces of paper and filling them with my stories. This was writing I wanted to share. I wanted to watch people thumb through my little books.
But there was other writing too, private writing that I kept in a white leatherette diary with a silver lock and key, and a loop on the side into which a special silver pencil slid. The diary was a Christmas gift and I cherished it. I loved the idea of locking my writing away. I can’t remember what I wrote in it and now the diary has been lost to time, but I’m glad that I had this secret space in which to write.