In the second grade my mom and teacher forced me to start reading. I still hated it, but I had to do it to make them happy. Read and they'll get off my back.
During the third grade I started reading more. By the fourth grade my mom and teacher were trying to convince me not to read so much. I couldn't figure it out. First they force me to read, then they try to force me not to read. Make up your freakin' minds!
Ever since, tho, I have developed a passion for the written word. A couple years back I lived, ate, breathed, and slept on writing. Writing, either poetry or story, got me thru the first two years of high-school. Sad as it was, I began to write more than read and I started missing my beloved books. So, I finally resigned myself that for every story I start I must read a book (and yes, comic books counted). Eventually my love of writing waxed and I returned to the written word as a source of comfort.
I still write, just not as often and it takes me longer to get things written. But when I do write I do so excellently. Not to say I am a great writer who can put a picture into words and make it sound beautiful, whatever it may be. But I'm good at wording things
I once had a friend asked me what I liked to do. I told him that writing was my passion, my dream, and my calling. I've yet to tell him that is no more. Now my passion is murder, not the doing of, but the solving of. I specifically focus on Jack-the-Ripper. My love of reading translates over into that, tho. I've read many books on good ol' Jacky. At times, I feel a connection to him. I understand him, but I am repulsed by him. His work fascinates me, but, had I the ability, I would have prevented it so long ago.
My hobbies, as ever I write them:
Reading, writing, drawing, and all things Jack-the-Ripper.
Hurdy Gur,
Kelsey