My writing habits are… not at their best right now. I guess… I’d kinda like to tell you a story about my writing habits and how things have been over the years.
THE BEGINNING (~1995-2008)
I started writing in middle school. I was very much the precocious child, one of the “smart” kids or nerds. I was in elementary, middle, and most of high school through the 90s, very much in the hayday of putting all the “weird” kids in the Gifted program. I was in Gifted starting in 2nd grade. Of course, now I realize it’s where public schools put a lot of the neurodivergent kids. My classmates then, I recognize now as various functional autists, with plenty of ADHD sprinkled in. Turned out I was autistic, but anyway. I mention this just to illustrate that school itself was… not really much of a challenge for me. I was never skipped grades, though I was one of the youngest in my class (I turned 18 2.5 months after graduating high school). However, I was also one of the well-behaved kids. I didn’t and still don’t like confrontation. My autism very much manifests with strenuous rules of conduct and behavior. So I got very good at entertaining myself in class when bored.
In middle school that entertainment became writing. It persisted through most of high school and college. If I was in class and had already managed to do my homework or in-class assignments, I was writing. It wasn’t until I was in my gap year between high school and college that I finally got a dedicated desktop computer of my own, and I started typing rather than hand-writing everything. Yeah, I’m that old.
That computer got me through college, and if I wasn’t in class/rehearsal or at a recital (oh the joys of music majors) then I was… probably reading or writing. Between classes, it was reading, since I didn’t have a laptop, but in my dorm room, it was usually writing.
THE BEGINNING (~1995-2008)
I started writing in middle school. I was very much the precocious child, one of the “smart” kids or nerds. I was in elementary, middle, and most of high school through the 90s, very much in the hayday of putting all the “weird” kids in the Gifted program. I was in Gifted starting in 2nd grade. Of course, now I realize it’s where public schools put a lot of the neurodivergent kids. My classmates then, I recognize now as various functional autists, with plenty of ADHD sprinkled in. Turned out I was autistic, but anyway. I mention this just to illustrate that school itself was… not really much of a challenge for me. I was never skipped grades, though I was one of the youngest in my class (I turned 18 2.5 months after graduating high school). However, I was also one of the well-behaved kids. I didn’t and still don’t like confrontation. My autism very much manifests with strenuous rules of conduct and behavior. So I got very good at entertaining myself in class when bored.
In middle school that entertainment became writing. It persisted through most of high school and college. If I was in class and had already managed to do my homework or in-class assignments, I was writing. It wasn’t until I was in my gap year between high school and college that I finally got a dedicated desktop computer of my own, and I started typing rather than hand-writing everything. Yeah, I’m that old.
That computer got me through college, and if I wasn’t in class/rehearsal or at a recital (oh the joys of music majors) then I was… probably reading or writing. Between classes, it was reading, since I didn’t have a laptop, but in my dorm room, it was usually writing.
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