Growing up, I used to read anything I could get my hands on. I began to write about 15 years ago. I started writing on a whim, just to see if I could do it. Actually, my wife was the first person to read anything I'd written because she was the one putting it in the computer. The first person outside of my house to read my work was a co-worker. When I got positive feedback, I figured maybe I was on to something.
The Warlock of Firetop Mountain by Steve Jackson & Ian Livingstone, and Eric by Terry Pratchett. I started writing short stories aged 10 years old, and was fortunate enough to win three prizes at the Dover District Festival of Literature. My mum was the first person to read my work.
I can't really remember the first thing I read cause I was pretty little but the first real thing I remember reading are Isabel Allende's books I loved them, still do. I began writing at the age of 5 but only short kids stories, I mean I've been interested in books and writing since I can remember. The first to read what I wrote was my mom but when I write something now I only let my friends read it first. I write about anything that comes up to my mind romance, drama, whatever lately just short stories..always fantasized bout writing a novel though.
I'm embarrassed to say that I never was a consumer of books with high literary value. There was the Black Stallion phase, then baseball stories. In adolescence I graduated to romance novels. Not until contemporary women writers began getting recognized did my taste improve: Toni Morrison, Alice Walker, Margaret Atwood, Anne Tyler. Their stories captured my imagination.
In writing, as in my reading, I'm a late bloomer. Early on I emitted signals that I'm a creative sort, writing skits for special occasions, contributing odds and ends to a church magazine. But not until my children were grown did I have time to immerse myself in writing more lengthy pieces, all of them now in a file box in the attic. I was in my sixties before a publisher accepted one of my novels.
I don't think i remember what i first read, i started writing 2010 and my sister first read what i wrote.
Wow, first reads, would be most memorable Lynn Ward's The Biggest Bear. Then I moved on to mysteries. I began writing poetry as a way to express feelings I didn't know how to express. My parents were always my first readers. My mother still is.
As far back as I can remember, I have loved to read paranormal books, starting with Nancy Drew and ghost stories!
Not sure how I came to write, other than when reading I always though, I think I can do that! LOL
The first person to read my stories was my husband. And, he was also the one to tell me to submit them :)
First read....comics. Writing began on my website, outside that I wrote some stuff I didn't recognise when I read it later so was too embarrased to let anyone read it - it read pretty good actually - too good for me I thought at the time! Then eventually I started to blog - now whatever is going on inside just pours out when I start typing! I seldom read back over what I have written now and don't really care what others think of it - writing mostly for myself, unless I am writing factual info I think people want or need.
The first thing I read was probably something by Shirley Hughes but it wasn't until I was reading Roald Dahl and Enid Blyton that I understood someone actually sat down to write these books. I was a massive fan of The Famous Five, and although it sounds cliche, I wanted to be George. I don't think any girl really ever wants to be Anne. I was also a fan of Peter Pan, although this was more inspired by Peter Pan and the Pirates than it was by JM Barrie's version.
My mother and step-father were probably the first to read what I wrote. I began to write in emulation of other poets, for example, Wilfred Owen and before that a magazine with poems by children (unfortunately I can't remember the name of the magazine let alone the many poets who were included).
There is no specific memory of my first reading session, but I do remember reading constantly as a child. My thirst for knowledge was explosive and books were the key to obtaining new information to keep my hungry brain content.
My writing career started when I decided to compose an ebook on the ACT Science Reasoning test for my students. In doing so I found a deep love of writing that branched into many areas including other ebooks in the "How to..." arena as well as writing keyword rich, SEO friendly articles for blogs, and other online publications.
I was always more of a film guy than a book guy, but I loved Dick King Smith, Roald Dahl and stuff like that. Anything with a cool cover!
I used to write epic stories at primary and secondary school. I wrote so many that the boys in the class used to ask me to write theirs for them, too! I obliged. The stories were usually adventure stories or action. I watched a lot of films I probably shouldn't have when I was growing up!
I first began reading catalogs. I would lay on the couch on a Saturday or Sunday afternoon and devour the Sears Catalog, then the J.C. Penney Catalog, and then the Western Auto Catalog (a kind of Farm Home Store). I could learn so much in nice, bite sized little bits. Features, benefits and average costs. I knew how many horsepower a well pump you needed for a certain GPH flow. And I knew the BTU of most in-window air conditioners to cool a 1200 SF house!
I began to write reports - police reports. I was in Law Enforcement after high school and found I could match the descriptions and readability of any crime or detective novel. And with a very good memory of the facts, I wrote reports that usually caused cases to never go to court - the person read the report I wrote, knew that there was no denying the facts and confessed.
So the courts were the first to read my stuff. Then I wrote a very steamy erotic love story, about half a paperback in length. I showed it to one of my co-workers, and I couldn't get the darn thing back! They were all passing it amongst themselves! I got a lot of "I didn't know you could write like that!".
Never did get a date out of it. Go figure. HA!   | | |
Oh well, what was my first read? I don’t really remember. I loved all books by Astrid Lindgren and Enid Blyton; I had a love for reading at a very young age. Visiting the local library was a real highlight in those days.
I have always scribbled short stories and notes but I seriously started writing in 2008, when we moved from Germany to New Zealand. And it is very likely that I never would have started writing without that move. My book "So You Are Free ... Making it Home" is nonfiction and it is about feelings of foreignness. Through the move from Germany to New Zealand I realised that you can feel everywhere foreign or not. The idea to write about that phenomenon was born.
After finishing my book “So You Are Free … Making it Home” I started to write short stories.
My husband was and is still my first reader; he is critical in the right way and very supportive.
My fondest memory is reading Charlotte"s Web and then Are You there God, it's me Margaret, by Judy Blume.
I have always wrote things down. It was my first form of communicating, since growing up I was painfully shy.
I am always the first to read what I write, I am always someone different when I write. Sometimes when I read some of my work, I wonder who wrote it. It's very hard for me to share my work, it's personal and I am sensitive about my shit.:).
The first books I read were all Jehovah's Witness literature, which I picked up (well, they were kind of forced on me) from about three years old. They start you young. About the only positive thing I'm willing to say about those books is that they taught me how to read. The first real book I read, like a novel, from cover to cover? Aside from the Hardy Boys mysteries, that'd probably be "The Soul Brothers And Sister Lou" by Kristin Hunter, which was about a group of kids who start an R&B singing group. I believe it was loosely based on the true story of the Cornelius Brothers & Sister Rose.
The first adult fiction I read, I'd imagine, was "The World According To Garp" by John Irving.
I began to write because my family had a manual typewriter and I was precocious. I wrote very short stories about my family. They were also technically the first people to read what I wrote. This started when I was seven or eight. I caught a lot of good-humored ribbing from the jocks in my junior high typing class because I could type 85 words a minute on the first day. It was an elective class. I wanted the easy grade. | | |
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