Hello All, I am back in Minnesota from my trip. I have so many awesome things coming to the blog soon. Just wanted to pop in and say hello. I hope you are all enjoying your summer and the awesome guest writers!
I’ve loved creating, ever since I was a little girl.
If I wasn’t sketching in a sketchpad or directing my siblings in a play I’d written – I could be found on the swing outside daydreaming of faraway lands and adventures that I’d have on my flying horse – that was really my swing.
Fairy and folk tales were always important to me. There were many stories that sparked my interest and encouraged me to be interested in story. There were also the trips to Grandma Doris’ house where she would tell stories of the Olden Days and of when she was a little girl. The stories pulled me in. My parents always told me I’d need to write it all down someday.
I wrote my first story when I was in third grade. It all started when my teacher gave each of us a journal. I looked forward to the 15-minute journal time everyday. I felt like anything was possible with a pen in my hand. (click to tweet) I wrote a short story and entered it in a contest and got a blue ribbon.
When I got a bit older, I found C.S. Lewis’ Chronicles of Narnia. I swear the land he created was made me want to write. In truth, I wanted to escape to Narnia. Narnia was a place I wanted to be a part of. As the years went by that dream and hope just grew.
In High-school, I was bullied a lot and to escape, I would create worlds and lands in my mind. Characters started showing up and they were interesting. But what all did it mean to me? In a way they may have been my friends. I’d write to cope with life… and it helped. It was a form of escape and I liked it. I loved writing and wanted to be a writer, but I didn’t think it was as easy as saying I was one.
I’d write to cope with life… and it helped. (click to tweet)
A few years later, I was still writing… but, mainly just journaling. One day, my Mom said, “Devin, you could be a journalist someday.” The idea of being a journalist was exciting and it sounded cool, so when I got to College, I decided to go into Journalism.
After awhile, I realized that journalism was good and all, but that type of writing just wasn’t giving me as much joy as the type of writing I did as a child, had.
My college opened a new Major and I decided to try it out. It was English/Mass Communications. And that week when I attended my first college level fiction writing class, I had that same giddy feeling to write that I had, had so long ago in 3rd grade.
While, at my first writer’s workshop, I was probably 15-years-old and the author speaking had a character in her book, named Devin. When she signed the book for me, she included, “Devin, look up what your name means.” So, I went and searched. I found out what my name meant. Devin meant Poet. And hey, a poet is an artist of words. Actually this is what my dictionary says “a person possessing special powers of imagination or expression”. Isn’t that amazing. That is what my name means.
How crazy is that?
I asked my parents if they knew that is what my name meant, and they hadn’t. They had just picked out my name, because they liked it.
While a Junior, I broke up with a guy who was mentally abusive. I’d been stuck in that relationship for about 4 years.
I went to a church where a guest pastor was speaking. He did a prayer service of sorts, and I went up. He started praying for me and said, “God wants to use your voice. You have a story to tell and you must tell it. Satan wants to steal your voice like Ursula stole Arial’s voice. Don’t let him. Use your voice and tell your story.” That moment really amazed me. I knew I had a story to tell. But the big moment that would push me over the writing cliff would came years and years later.
It wasn’t until I attended a conference that was unlike any other called ‘The Ragged Edge’. After attending The Ragged Edge, I could finally say it. I could finally admit it.
‘Yes, I am… A Writer.”
Throughout life, I was able to move through tough things – because I had an imagination.
I was writing and it gave me strength. (click to tweet)
I was happy to have arrived.
What about you? When did you know that you were a writer, or an artist? When did you know your calling?
I am participating in the ‘You Are A Writer” Writing Contest over at Positive Writer. Check out all the other awesome stories! 🙂