Prologue

Where does this story begin? It is strange to think of the phrase, writing development. It implies that I am a writer. And for the longest time, I am not sure if I actually felt like a writer. When I was younger, the joy of building words and sentences never quite struck me. But, I loved interpreting them, reading them and enjoying their creations. I was an avid reader. My childhood was filled with books and stories. I marveled at the idea of playing Quidditch with Harry, exploring a Civil War battleground, or solving a mystery with Nancy Drew. But, one of my favorite books to read was Little Women by Louisa May Alcott.

 

What was it about Little Women that made so many little girls read it voraciously? Maybe it was because the March sisters' struggles were so relatable. Maybe it was the hope that their happiness would radiate through the pages and seep into our own soul. Or maybe it was the realization that the murky transition from childhood to adulthood didn't have to be terrifying but rather, strengthening. But between Meg, Jo, Amy and Beth, every little girl found a March sister that she could relate to. For me, it had always been Jo. Jo March was the bookworm and the tomboy. At times, her impatience and impulsiveness often led her to difficult situations. However, what struck me the most about Jo was her depiction as a writer in the book. Alcott would describe Jo as always having ink on her hands, pouring over manuscripts in her bedroom attic and getting pieces published in the local newspaper. I had never really thought of the idea of being a writer until I read about Jo. And, as a result, there grew a burgeoning sense of curiosity and desire within me. Could I be like Jo? Could I have ink smudged on my hands and manuscripts scattered around my bedroom floor? What would it be like?

 

Throughout my writing development, I was searching for that feeling and love of being a writer. In a way, I was searching for the "Jo March" inside of me. The "Jo March" who loved writing and cherished it as a hobby. I wanted to not only marvel at the creations brought about by words but also understand the love of putting words together. Like any journey, my writing development was rough and victim to obstacles and setbacks. Therefore, in some ways, I may still be looking for her. But, over time, I've succeeded in finding bits and pieces of her. This is that story.