–by Sondi Warner, Writer/Blogger for Wrought Iron Reads
When I was in 1st or 2nd grade at Roseland Elementary in a sleepy village in Southeast Louisiana, I met my first love. I was a chubby, awkward kid with coke bottle glasses and kept to myself. I didn’t have many friends, which didn’t bother me much because I’ve always been an introvert. So, no, my first love wasn’t the totes adorbs kiddo in the desk next to me.
The meet-cute happened when my teacher announced we were finally old enough to check out books from the school library.
I remember walking those narrow aisles, rubbing the glossy spines of and falling hard. I knew I had met The One when I found a thin clapboard book with a teddy bear in a bathtub as the cover art. I took it home with me and labored over each word until I could read it fluently with no help by my mom. I was entranced by the story and totally enamored with the artwork. I cherished it like it was my own.
Sadly, I had to take it back. But, as luck would have it, I was allowed to check out the same book for several weeks straight and our courtship continued! Thus began a lifelong relationship.
I don’t remember having much interest in reading before that pivotal point. From that moment on, I was a bibliophile. I read every book I could find, and when books weren’t available, anything with words would do—cereal boxes, shampoo bottles, milk cartons.
It was an infatuation my mother encouraged, so she got me a library card to the public library. I frequently came home with books stacked so high I couldn’t see over them, and she didn’t believe I’d be able to read them all before they were due back. Proved her wrong. 😉
I outgrew the children’s section and moved on to chapter books, then to young adult novels. With the yearning to read came the inevitable desire to write. I started with short stories. By high school, I was handwriting whole novels in spare notebooks. I wanted to be like Stephen King, Terry Brooks, Nora Roberts, JK Rowling.
The itch that started decades ago with a chance meeting in a library persists. As I sit in front of this laptop and puzzle over the flaws and foibles of my characters and draw up outlines, I hold onto that feeling. As Hunter S. Thompson so eloquently put it:
What was it that got you started? Tell me in the comment section below and remember! Don’t stop believing.
I leave you with this quote from a dear friend, a former educator, and truly a wise old soul:
Happy writing! ❤