I Never Write Right
When I was fifteen, I announced to my English class that I was going to write and illustrate my own books. Half the students sneered , and the rest nearly fell out of their chairs laughing. "Don't be silly, only geniuses can become writers," the English teacher said smugly , "And you are getting a D this semester." I was so humiliated that I burst into tears.
That night I wrote a short sad poem about broken dreams and mailed it to the Capri's Weekly newspaper. To my astonishment, they published it and sent me two dollars. I was a published and paid writer. I showed it to my teacher and fellow students. They laughed. "Just plain dumb luck ," the teacher said. I tasted success, however. I'd sold the first thing I'd ever written. That was more than any of them had done.
During the next two years I sold dozens of poems, letters and jokes. By the time I graduated from high school, with a C minus average, I had scrapbooks filled with my published work. I never mentioned my writing to my teachers, friends or my family again.
The worst year I ever had as a writer I earned two dollars. I was fifteen, remember? In my best year, I earned 36,000 dollars. People ask what college I attended, what degrees I had and what qualifications I have to be a writer. The answer is: "None." I just write. I write everything on yellow tablets while sitting on the sofa with my four kids eating pizza and watching TV. When the book is finished, I type it and mail it to the publisher. I've written seven books. Four have been published and three are still out with the publishers.
To all those who dream of writing, I'm shouting at you: "Yes, you can. Yes, you can. Don't listen to them." I don't write right but I've beaten the difficulties. Writing is easy and fun. Anyone can do it. Of course, a little dumb luck doesn't hurt.