I found my true home in writing non-fiction essays. Destined to be terrible at making plot decisions and spinning my characters in the endless vortex of nothingness, I moved away from short stories and fiction. The following essays were written pre-blog days (mainly in college.)
My first real personal essay was written for a high school English class. It was a memoir about nearly failing my English course the previous year due to depression. (what, and angsty, depressed teenage girl? never.) I hope there’s a copy somewhere for posterity. I remember describing the pink bathroom and my blue wrist.
I still don’t really know what triggered my depression, but it was beastly. Gradually, through the course of life, I came out of it and started to become the perky girl I am today. That essay changed things for me. It’s really the first thing wrote where I truly felt like maybe I had some talent.
The essay linked below is just a fun little diddy that I wrote for class about one of my lovable eccentricities.
