The blank page is my playground. This is something I’ve come to realize in the past couple of years. Maybe it’s just the process of going through life where we all have our moment of epiphany that frees us to act on our dreams and work at succeeding on that path we’ve chosen to walk. I’m Alaina Logan and I’ve chosen to walk the path of a writer and paint the blank white page with the color of words. My beginning to this path is before my birth. My mother read to me from the time I was in her womb until I was around four and she had me reading stories to her. But even though I could read the various books at my disposal there were none like the stories she told, making them up on the spot every night. Oddly enough the stories always seem to make sense, there was no delete, no rewrite. Whatever the story became she went with it and I think that is a part of the approach I take in my own writing. Let the story and characters develop and see what they both become by the end. This was an approach I began years ago somewhere around the age of ten when I got my first computer. Using one of my favorite authors to this day as a template I wrote my first story. I was so proud of those 40 pages. From that point on it was history. My stories became my outlet, me escape to worlds beyond my own. They were my worlds that I didn’t share, that I didn’t have the confidence to share. Then pressed by my mom in high school to show my teacher one of my current stories I fought my shyness and basically fear and showed her. This was probably one of the best things I’ve probably done on my road to this present me because she questioned my work and corrected my grammar in red ink. After my heart dropped shattering on the floor she said it was good and I should keep going. I did keep going until undergrad and I questioned my future and the road I was currently on. But the one thing that I never questioned, never could question, was my love of writing.
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