This is the first part of an ongoing series of posts exploring the key moments that I feel led me to write Sea of Dreams. Some are directly writing related, others are more generally creative.
I was in sixth grade when I did my first public reading. My teacher had given us the assignment to write and illustrate a children’s story. At that point, we no longer considered ourselves children any more. We read books without pictures now.
My book was a homage to Sherlock Holmes. I don’t remember if I had even read Sherlock Holmes at that point, but I remember that my parents had a copy of annotated Sherlock Holmes in our living room, so I could have. In any event, the story was about a smart investigator and his side kick who were investigating the disappearance of a ring. The only clue was a single feather. The investigator deduced that the ring had been stolen by a magpie and he eventually found the bird and the missing ring.
After we had all turned in our stories, my teacher selected a few that were particularly good. The authors would read them to a third grade class. Mine was one of the ones selected. I don’t really remember the reading, but I do remember the joy of making the book and reading it others. I was hooked. Writing was definitely one of the things that I enjoyed doing and the realisation that I could share my writing with others made it even more exciting.