For poetry, if was in english class, where we were told to write our own poem and I had an idea which I wanted to get down on paper and I have been writing ever since. I often wonder if I would be into poetry had it not been for that class.

In reguards to writing, I first got interested by a competition which is held throughout primary schools in Ireland to wirte-a-book and that is how I got my passion for writing.

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I too wrote my first poem in English class. If it hadn't been for Mr. Coletta, who saw something in me that I didn't know I had, I wonder if I'd have continued. That was 35 years ago and I've never stopped writing poetry.

I've written freeform poetry for as long as I can remember. I got hooked on pantoum poetry about 2 1/2 years ago after reading an article and outlines on how to write pantoum.

Novel writing is coming slowly to me, but I hope to finish one very soon!

Same for me. I am planning to do a full novel, but sadly, I am not very motivated,

I must try however.

I've been an idea person ever since grade school. However, I don't have artistic talent as a drawer, painter, sculpter, or animator, so writing was always really where I think I was supposed to end up.

I was ten when I first realised how incredible literature was, after reading Roald Dahl's "Matilda". After only reading Primary school books about big red balls and the like, I was completely gob smacked to find this entire world within just a couple of hundred pages. I began reading and writing soon afterwards, reading Stephen King about a year later.

I stopped writing when I was sixteen (though I still have a lot of stuff I wrote in my youth, most of it cliched horror rubbish), and only started up again three years ago when I was twenty two.

I was ten when I first realised how incredible literature was, after reading Roald Dahl's "Matilda". After only reading Primary school books about big red balls and the like, I was completely gob smacked to find this entire world within just a couple of hundred pages. I began reading and writing soon afterwards, reading Stephen King about a year later.

I stopped writing when I was sixteen (though I still have a lot of stuff I wrote in my youth, most of it cliched horror rubbish), and only started up again three years ago when I was twenty two.

That was quite the same thing that happened to me. I was reading boring books, and i found a novel, i think it was.... magic tree house. its a series for small kids, but somehow, i got hooked on it (hey, what can u say? i was in grade 3 :P) I kept on reading, and two years later, i was reading stephen king, and lotr (i liked stephen king a lot better :D)

writing... we had to write a short story in class, and somehow, im always into writing fantasy. thats how i became to like writing (obviously i liked reading before i liked writing)

I originally started writing songs... that was the first thing I wrote non-school-related way back when. Then poems, then short stories... all sorta branched out from there.

I don't do poetry because I suck at it.

For writing, I started getting into it at a young age but I really never put forth the effort until about five years ago when I was about ten or eleven. My dad is a children's book writer. He's trying to get published but he hasn't succeeded in doing so yet. He always used to read me his stories and tell me how he got the ideas from it, so it really gave me an encouragement to do that and really discovered my imagination. Both of us are really into science fiction and fantasy genres. I began to write and my first fanfiction was an anime fanfiction which got along in the anime-forums pretty nicely, and then I started working on a original story which people began to like, so I gained confidence that I can get better, which hopefully I have done thus far.

I'm not into poetry.

However, I started writing when my oldest brother, Luke wrote a rather long short story that he later lost down the road. He claims it wasn't well written, but I was interested in the way he was telling the story to me, and how he was litterally editing the story the way he wanted it to go as he was telling it to me.

The story somewhat mirrored HIM because my brother is a freack of nature. The story was about a girl who found out that there was a monster living under her bed that would steal all of the spoons in the house and hord them under her bed. (Luke had a sweet tooth and would take all the spoons and ice cream and the spoons would always wind up under his bed).

Basically she finally discovers the stupid blue monster and it runs over to the kitchen sink and runs its finger along the drain as if expecting to escape her through there.

There was more to the story, but I thought that was a curious thing. I'd never even thought that someone would write a book. I just figured that books just WERE what they were, and only those that were highly brilliant wrote books.

But I realized that those that are considered brilliant may be inteligent in one way but abolute idiots on other regards.