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Katie Vidrine
Mrs. Layton
English 1010
A Literary Self-Reflection
As a writer, I wouldn’t say I’m one of the best. In fact, the truth is that I’m not even close
to being a good writer; I don’t practice basic writing skills, or do anything involving putting
descriptive words on a page. I definitely don’t write regularly. That’s who I am now, but not
what I used to be like. To be honest, it would break the heart of my eight year old self to know
When I was much younger, I dreamed of being an author, to become a famous writer. I
wanted to eventually share my multiple stories to the world, and earn a living off of it. I tried my
hardest to be one of the best at writing in my age-group. I would write stories for months on end,
create whole new worlds in my head, and eventually write them all down in a big white binder.
I’d take that binder with me everywhere. If I needed to watch a soccer game, I’d be sitting in a
green foldable chair, writing my heart away at a story about unicorns. Anytime we went on
vacation, or visited family in different states, I always took that binder with me. I was attached to
my stories, I loved the idea of creating a whole new, unique, colorful universe. I loved making
my half-brother’s little tan house, all the way in Nevada. When my parents and I told him, we
realized that I probably wouldn’t see that binder until the next time he drove to Northern Utah. It
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would be months until I saw it again. He found it lying on the leather couch in his living room,
and, of course, looked through the binder while it was in his possession. I didn’t want to share
them with anyone in that moment, but it made me realize how uncomfortable it felt to have
someone else read my stories. At the time, I just wanted to become better at putting my ideas on
paper.
Around when I left my binder at my brother’s house, I was almost 13 years old, and I had
been writing in that binder for over 4 years. After losing that binder for a handful of months, I
started entertaining myself with other things. I would play computer games, hike around the hills
near my house, spend time with friends, and participate in other activities like that. After taking a
break from writing as much, I slowly lost those writing skills by not prioritizing them, and
It was a gradual process, but I don’t write anymore. Additionally, I’m probably behind
my peers on a writing level. I can write when it’s needed, but I could never picture myself
writing for fun, or even imagine making a living by simply putting words on paper. I understand
how important it is to have that communication skill, but I personally believe I lost it long ago.