Believe it or not I was a published writer at one time. I was young, had no children and alot of time on my hands at the old farm were we resided.
I decided to take a home course in writing. I would not say it was waste of time. No venture into the educational realm is wasted. But I don't think my style of writing changed much. I continued as I had for years and wrote when I felt the mood hit me. And I sold stories.
Granted it was nothing that would bring me the pulitizer prize but I am pleased to say my husband was proud of those short stories and kept some of the ones I had all but forgotten about writing.
I felt as though I have been paid twice for those stories. Why?
First, I was paid when the pay check that came in the mail, by no means big but still a payment for something I loved doing. The second time was when I realized that my husband was proud of what I had done and saved them all these years.
Guess which 'payment' means the most to me. *s*
2 comments:
That guess is easy. :)
I always wanted to have some thing I wrote in a book.a few years ago I put a poem on one of the poem blogs and they put it in a book along with one my daughter put in.so we are both in the same book.its nice to have others enjoy your work.God bless.
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