Ann Parker here, every other Thursday at the LadyKillers. I could make this really short by saying that I agree with everything Priscilla said in her Tuesday post.
But when have I *ever* been THAT short with words? ;-)
As with Priscilla, for me, reading came first. I can still remember the moment that the lightbulb went on, or the synapses connected, or whatever it is that makes that magic connection in the brain. I was in the first grade, in the "slow readers" group. I was struggling through one of those very basic easy reader books (Dick and Jane ... anyone remember those? With Spot, Sally, and the rest of the gang?).
I was stumbling through the word "morning," and it was as if someone flipped a switch. I'll tell you, that wasn't some 60-watt bulb, either.
That was the moment when words began to live and breathe for me. When words opened a new world and became an inspiration.
From becoming a voracious reader, I eventually moved to writing (after a long apprenticeship). The great thing about writing is that one can continue to learn... it never stops. And here's a great quote to finish off this (fairly short) musing ...
We are all apprentices in a craft where no one ever becomes a master. — Ernest Hemingway