It took a “million” written words to realize I was a writer. While away at college, I wrote 20 page handwritten letters regularly. As a young mother, I sent out so much personal correspondence that the postmistress asked me if I had my own business.
Years later, while rereading journals I kept, I noticed spontaneous poems scattered throughout. I found the courage to send one off to a local country newsletter before I changed my mind. My first publication resulted from quickly tossing my letter of introduction and two poems into an official “old-fashioned” mailbox before I changed my mind. I studied literature and writing in college, so, painstakingly with a splitting headache, wrote scores of college papers.
While in graduate school, I studied how to teach others how to write. After practicing all the techniques, I later taught hundreds of college freshmen. Through this long and arduous process, I began to write peacefully and even eagerly myself.