The group of students groaned at the announcement of a writing assignment, with one exception. The dark haired girl in the back corner shifted slightly in her seat, not the squirming of nervousness, but settling in, preparing for a treat. She loved writing assignments. The idea of painting a world and people with words, bringing them to life on the page, was one that she enjoyed more than any other. Writing was her escape, and it was a portable one that she could carry with her wherever she went. Even now, stuffed in the side pocket of her oversized purse/undersized backback, was her writing journal.
She had bought it last year, quite without knowing how much she would enjoy it. Wandering through the aisles of the bookstore, she happened upon a display of journals and notebooks. While not particularly interested in the books that did not already carry the words and worlds within them, she glanced at the table as she moved past. There was one sitting there that reminded her of a book that her grandmother had read to her when she was little. The brown leather binding was simple and the rich color of chocolate, with a plain undecorated cover, just like Gram's. Without thinking, she reached out to flip open the cover; blank lined pages looked back at her. No stories, no pictures, not even little page numbers marred the clean surface. What would it be like to fill those pages with her own stories and thoughts? Once the idea came into her head, she enjoyed thinking all of the what-if's the journal brought up inside of her. She could write stories, ones she remembered from her childhood, to pass down to her children someday. Or maybe she could use it for a journal, jotting down tidbits from her day, and perhaps the dreams and plans of where her life might take her. Regardless of what she would end up using it for, the girl clutched the book and headed straight for the cashier. Since then, there were seldom days that she did not write in her book. She had decided that she would put whatever came to her mind in her journal, hodge-podge it all together, and just let it be whatever it wanted to be.
I'm not telling you anything you don't already know here--and that is that you have a fine feel for words, sail right through your sentences and paragraphs--clear, sharp, coherent--and know your way around the ins and outs of writing. Good! I've got some stuff for you over the next few months!
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