I Tip My Hat To You

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My name is Rachel and I am a would be, wanna be, wish I was writer. That's not entirely true. I do write, and there for in some ways I am a writer. However. I am unpublished, and there for in many more ways I am still an aspiring writer. But that is alright with me, since I am still young and look forward to suffering my 20's away trying to perfect my craft.

I began writing as a child. It all started with the alphabet on that horribly over sized lined paper.

In the first grade we were given an assignment to write a work of fiction. Now, looking back she, Mrs. WhateverMyFirstGradeTeachersNameWas, could have asked us to write a work of non-fiction. But her words were lost to me as I began to write the story of my mother and our eight cats. My mother and the eighth cat, Shadow, were based on my Mother and our cat shadow. It was the seven other cats, Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, and Saturday, that were fully fictional.

Looking back I had not yet grasped the idea of the importance of names.

Never the less I began the adventures of my mother, Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and Shadow.

I brought my life changing novel to Mrs. WhateverMyFirstGradeTeachersNameWas, beaming at my own technical ability to so elegantly craft the English language together. I was then forced to watch as Mrs.  WhateverMyFirstGradeTeachersNameWas cut up my work of art into a story about my mother and our cat Shadow and what they did on Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, and Saturday. My epic about these eight cats and my mother became my mothers weekly to do list that she brought Shadow along for.

Needless to say I was heart broken. Mrs. WhateverMyFirstGradeTeachersNameWas killed seven of my fictional cats and destroyed the beautiful creativity that I had put into my novel.

It was alright. I would later take this as a lesson of rejection. It was also decided in that moment that Mrs. WhateverMyFirstGradeTeachersNameWas would not be invited to my release party for any of my novels.

Since then, I was deemed dyslexic. Rather, I was deemed stupid and lazy until my parents heard of dyslexia. Then writing was a nice way to work on my learning disability and a good way for my loner self to create friends.

I spend much of my time in these worlds still. I have found a very nice place in the world of realistic fiction, YA. I have developed social skills, am a self declared student for life with a 20 year plan to gain a BA, and a little niche in the Makeup Artist world.

I hope you enjoy this ride with me. I hope I actually remember to post on the occasion.