Thank You For Encouraging Me

I couldn’t sleep last night and I ended up curled up on the couch reading the stories my grandma and I used to write all the time. We would take a random book, open it randomly and read the first line we saw and write a story with it.

We used to have so much fun doing that. I keep thinking maybe I should do it just for me and see what I can come up with since my brain seems to be having issues.

I remember when I first moved in with my Grandparents, I hated writing since I was not so good at spelling and grammar. Gradually thanks to my grandma’s insistence that I learn to write and learn grammar, I learned to love writing.

I have many many notebooks full of random tidbits of things that were on my mind at the time. Kinda wish I knew where they were so I could go back and read what I wrote over 11 years ago.

So Grandma thank you. For encouraging me. For helping me love writing and learning to channel all that I was feeling onto the paper in front of me instead of keeping it inside to boil over.