Many refer to me as a weirdo, a dork, and a nerd. After many years of introspection, I’ve learned to embrace it and take it as a compliment on my creativity. My life in a nutshell:
In second grade, I wrote the short story, “Miss Pat’s Salad.” When Pat makes a salad then accidentally drops it on the floor, her family reacts divisively. This start to my writing career won the coveted place on the center of our refrigerator door.
After three weeks, my younger sister Tricia’s Chartreuse and Tangerine drawing of a cow knocked my story out of the spotlight. Seriously, who could compete with that? A few weeks later, I upended the Crayola cow with my short story, “The Card Family” about the King and Queen of Clubs, who introduce the newest addition to their family.
It was on. Trish won many more times. Deservedly so, she had colored between the lines. My younger brothers, James and Jefrey, added their kiddy crafts of Thanksgiving hand turkeys and macaroni art to the mix, and the competition became fierce.
With a few fridge awards under my belt, I expanded my genius to writing, directing, and producing our basement plays with my siblings. The most talked about play in the neighborhood was The Bionic Family starring our shaggy mutt, Arfie, as the bionic dog. If YouTube was around back then, we would have been a sensation … or mortified beyond belief.
As a tall, gangly, band geek, my creativity took a backseat in junior high and high school. Fitting in and avoiding embarrassment took precedence. Neither worked out, but it gave me cringe-worthy material for later stories.
In college, I met my now husband, Kraig, who inspired my world. He encouraged my writing even if it was research term papers. Later, I dabbled and focused on our children. With them grown, I took on the creative writing challenge once more. And Ta-Da! Here I am! That’s not the end though. I’ll share my eclectic world on my new blog.
What weird, dorky, and nerdy story do you remember growing up?
I’d love to know I’m not alone. Thanks for stopping by.