tell me a story...

i think i must have been much more creative when i was younger. in grade school, my teachers were very fond of the seasonal writing assignment. we'd have to write stories about Christmas, Valentines Day, Veterans Day, and such. i enjoyed these assignments, and according to my teachers, i was pretty good at it too. in junior high, i went so far as to start writing my own book. it was full of adventure that only a 7th grader could appreciate. my english teacher encouraged this by writing library passes so i could go and sit for 42 minutes and tap out my brain on the keyboard of a computer. my style needed work but the idea was good. i was told this when i was on chapter four. it was my last chapter.

one problem i always had when starting to write a story was figuring out the title. most of the time, it would be provided by a friend or classmate and then my brain would take it from there. i recall a time in 6th grade where we were asked to write 'any story'. the day before it was due i still had no idea what to write about. my best friend suggested, "The Man on the Moon". Click! I banged out a 5 page story in about an hour. it was probably one of the better stories that i have ever written.

writing in this blog on a regular basis is bringing back some of the fun that i used to have with the homework assignments that everybody else hated. maybe i'll write a story sometime just for fun...but then again, i'd need a title. suggestions from the peanut gallery?