Many people have different forms of escapism. Since I was young I have always relied on writing as my personal outlet and escape from the world. When there were obstacles that I have encountered and had to overcome writing helped me through them. Writing it is the icing on my plain sponge cake. It doesn’t always bring the sun out on a rainy day, but rather, serve as a shielding umbrella that locks out the harsh cold winds and wet breeze. As a child I would always admire the actresses on television. Sometimes I think I idolized them more than I should have.
I remember doing homework at my friend’s luxurious home when I was only twelve years old. She held a brush in her hand, pretending it was a microphone, looking in the mirror and thanking her family and friends on behalf of her Oscar award. I found a book titled “Harriet the Spy” under my bed one night. How the book got there is beyond my knowledge. But that night I read. Then, I lay in bed and wrote about how I wanted to be in the limelight someday, as if it were the only key to success. I cried constantly because I knew I didn’t have the thin figure, flawless skin or beautiful blonde hair that I believed was a prerequisite for appearing on television.
I finally finished the novel, with more insight than any test or lecture I had been given in elementary school. Years later I now realize that “the key to success” is to do what you love in life. I found happiness those nights I wrote in my diary or the times I would venture into the park or Tim Hortons and analyze people’s actions. Like Harriet M. Welsch, I realize now that both writing and society intrigue me. I want to be out there to see the world and let others see the true and honest side of things. It has never been about other people though because when I had no place left to turn, I wrote. Now I believe that writing has allowed me to expand my knowledge and become more imaginative. It has given me the chance to ride rockets into space, travel to the Caribbean and sail oceans alike. In my stories I have been to more worlds and on more exciting adventures then anyone could ever ask for. I want my life to be filled with wonder and amazement. It seems that whenever I pick up a pen or open my laptop those are the feelings that overcome more than anything else. Writing is what I live for and was bread into me. My dream is to be able to write and make build a career from it. Writing is a passion that has been with me since my early elementary grades. It is a personal outlet which allows me the freedom of expression and opinion. It makes me think for myself and push out all of the negativity. The summer my father decided to leave home was also the most crucial stage in my life. I felt as if there was no one to talk to about my feelings because none of my friends had gone through what I had gone through. My journal was the only thing that could understand. I never cared that it was nothing more than an inanimate object.
I also found that through this form of escape I found a hidden talent lingering in my soul. I realize now that I should be able to project my inner feelings for others to see once in a while as a learning experience. For instance, I will write a screenplay reflecting incidents in my own life that I think would inspire others. It’s like Ol’ Golly said: “Knowing everything won’t do you a bit of good unless you use it to put beauty into the world.” I know that if I am able to write for the rest of my life I will promote happiness toward others, thus, making the world more beautiful. I try my best to see everything through different perspectives when I analyze things in life. After all, like Harriet: “I am on a mission to be a great writer. A good friend once told me that all great writers try to see everything”.
I will venture to the top of the mountain and finally see the world someday. I will analyze and write about as much as possible, gaining as much knowledge that is available. As a writer I do not feel I should ever settle for the middle of the mountain. Living at the top is essential for my ambitions. Being able to look down at the beautiful world is my only aspiration. At the top I will gain more knowledge. I will be able to see many more views and opinions from the land surrounding me. One day I will sit at the top of the mountain and look down. Then, I will be completely satisfied with life.
The truth is that I am already satisfied because I am able to write about how it would feel to finally make it that far up. Once I do finally reach the top I will thank myself for loving every minute of the journey. Basically the reason why I find writing my personal form of escape is because I can make up stories that won’t ever happen to me in reality. I can be creative without worrying what grade I will achieve or what others will think of me. When the world shuts me out the only thing I need to make myself smile is a pen and paper. That way, I can write the positive things. I can create. I can believe.
I remain your faithful respondent,
Stephanie
"Why are you so far away from me?
I need help and you're way across the sea"
I remember doing homework at my friend’s luxurious home when I was only twelve years old. She held a brush in her hand, pretending it was a microphone, looking in the mirror and thanking her family and friends on behalf of her Oscar award. I found a book titled “Harriet the Spy” under my bed one night. How the book got there is beyond my knowledge. But that night I read. Then, I lay in bed and wrote about how I wanted to be in the limelight someday, as if it were the only key to success. I cried constantly because I knew I didn’t have the thin figure, flawless skin or beautiful blonde hair that I believed was a prerequisite for appearing on television.
I finally finished the novel, with more insight than any test or lecture I had been given in elementary school. Years later I now realize that “the key to success” is to do what you love in life. I found happiness those nights I wrote in my diary or the times I would venture into the park or Tim Hortons and analyze people’s actions. Like Harriet M. Welsch, I realize now that both writing and society intrigue me. I want to be out there to see the world and let others see the true and honest side of things. It has never been about other people though because when I had no place left to turn, I wrote. Now I believe that writing has allowed me to expand my knowledge and become more imaginative. It has given me the chance to ride rockets into space, travel to the Caribbean and sail oceans alike. In my stories I have been to more worlds and on more exciting adventures then anyone could ever ask for. I want my life to be filled with wonder and amazement. It seems that whenever I pick up a pen or open my laptop those are the feelings that overcome more than anything else. Writing is what I live for and was bread into me. My dream is to be able to write and make build a career from it. Writing is a passion that has been with me since my early elementary grades. It is a personal outlet which allows me the freedom of expression and opinion. It makes me think for myself and push out all of the negativity. The summer my father decided to leave home was also the most crucial stage in my life. I felt as if there was no one to talk to about my feelings because none of my friends had gone through what I had gone through. My journal was the only thing that could understand. I never cared that it was nothing more than an inanimate object.
I also found that through this form of escape I found a hidden talent lingering in my soul. I realize now that I should be able to project my inner feelings for others to see once in a while as a learning experience. For instance, I will write a screenplay reflecting incidents in my own life that I think would inspire others. It’s like Ol’ Golly said: “Knowing everything won’t do you a bit of good unless you use it to put beauty into the world.” I know that if I am able to write for the rest of my life I will promote happiness toward others, thus, making the world more beautiful. I try my best to see everything through different perspectives when I analyze things in life. After all, like Harriet: “I am on a mission to be a great writer. A good friend once told me that all great writers try to see everything”.
I will venture to the top of the mountain and finally see the world someday. I will analyze and write about as much as possible, gaining as much knowledge that is available. As a writer I do not feel I should ever settle for the middle of the mountain. Living at the top is essential for my ambitions. Being able to look down at the beautiful world is my only aspiration. At the top I will gain more knowledge. I will be able to see many more views and opinions from the land surrounding me. One day I will sit at the top of the mountain and look down. Then, I will be completely satisfied with life.
The truth is that I am already satisfied because I am able to write about how it would feel to finally make it that far up. Once I do finally reach the top I will thank myself for loving every minute of the journey. Basically the reason why I find writing my personal form of escape is because I can make up stories that won’t ever happen to me in reality. I can be creative without worrying what grade I will achieve or what others will think of me. When the world shuts me out the only thing I need to make myself smile is a pen and paper. That way, I can write the positive things. I can create. I can believe.
I remain your faithful respondent,
Stephanie
"Why are you so far away from me?
I need help and you're way across the sea"
- Last seen on Nov 16 2:58 AM 2006. Member since February 7, 2004.
- I'm a jade dragon poet for 235 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is ""I am on a mission to be a great writer"".
- I am a 18 year old girl (Canada)
- When I'm not writing, I'm a student, receptionist.
- Visit my homepage at www.livejournal.com/~stephanie_86



- I have 235 comments, 4 contests, 27 poems, 18 stories
My Poetry
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To be honest you seem way too good to be true
you just seem way too sweet.40 lines, 15 comments, April 16, 2005. In Love -
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gas is too much, the day is too long, the fights are too tough.30 lines, 3 comments, April 13, 2005. In Hope
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Jessica wakes up and goes through the usual morning procedure. Out of her room, down the elevator and on the beach. Today was unusually different though. It was2622 lines, March 1, 2004. In 200-1500 lines, Romance -
1608 lines, March 1, 2004. In 200-1500 lines, Romance
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JurneesRainbow on April 23, 2005Congratulations on the wedding!
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PhantomSabre on April 19, 2005I will try to read your poetry as soon as possible...I already read your latest poem. I love the whole AP marriage thing. You guys are so great...*doofy grin* lol Like I said, catch ya later!
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Puremind77 on December 8, 2004cool page i love it keep up the good work.
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thisispast on October 17, 2004hi, was just about to sign off when i saw someone named Steph was online and let curiosity sweep me away to her page... My name's Stephanie too, lol. will be back to read more, but just wanted to say that "Harriet the Spy" was the book that pushed me into my life-long love affair with writing when i was 7 years old!! good to hear Harriet had the same impact on you. keep on writing... keep on being... keep on making art... s
