The Bark Bites Back at 2012-02-01 13:01:24:
I'm TBBB. :)
I wrote my first story in 3rd grade, titled The Devil's Necklace. Drew my own artwork for it, too. The teachers were impressed (thankfully I didn't have any problems with the need to resort to drawing rainbows.)
I ended up doing a school tour in our city with the winners of the storytelling contest. Except where they memorized short stories and retold them to an entire school, I got to read mine (I remember the teacher pointing out the pictures to all the other kids).
I remember how it started (Once there was a war between heaven and hell...) and how it ended (our hero stomped on the necklace, breaking it and the spell). But I don't remember much else about it and it's long been lost (by the school, I believe, as I don't recall ever having it returned. Hmmm...).
My efforts ultimately resulted in my becoming a SEEK geek. I couldn't even tell you what that means anymore, other than we were a group of gifted students, for the lack of a better word.
Flash forward eight years and I tried picking up writing again. I really don't know what I was doing, but the teacher certainly enjoyed my creative use of vocabulary since it was what the assignment was centered on.
Flash forward about eight years later... my second senior year in college (took a year off after high school and received two BA's, one in Media Study with a concentration on interpretation and the other in Psychology).
My last semester, I decided to do an independent study, writing my first screenplay for my skeptical professor who was the department head and also happened to edit a few books on the screenplays of Preston Sturges.
By the end of the semester, I'd earned an A and he wrote a glowing letter (I'm sure I still have it somewhere), but it had some mighty high compliments in it. With his encouragement, that first draft of the the first screenplay I wrote, managed to be a QF at Austin Heart. Whooopie!! I made it! Yeehaaaw!!
Yeah, right, lol. Flash forward eight years later... and probably a few more to boot, and I feel like I'm ready. I look back at that first draft and think, my God, it's awful. Absolutely awful. But if not for that early encouragement and praise, I'm not sure if I would have continued.
I've had a couple of scripts win contests, placed in the top 2% of some large ones, be a top five finalist and finalist in others... it's all nice and points to others believing in my work as well. But those aren't the ultimate goal, so while the achievements and recognition might be nice, I'm not satisfied.
So I continue to press on and learn... and here I am, going into the story!