Apparently I haven't touched my blog Storyboard since about 2013. I hope this hasn't permanently damaged your opinion of me, as a lot has changed since I began this project.
It all started the same way so many things do... as an assignment for a high school creative writing class. Unlike most assignments, however, this was something that truly spoke to me; you see, at that time, my heart was set on becoming a writer. This blog offered my the chance to hone my craft, receive feedback, and practice creativity on a (semi)regular basis. Nothing I wrote was perfect, and, with much-needed hindsight, I hesitate to say my writing was even good. Nevertheless, I relished every chance I got to pour more of mind onto the page, and I'll always treasure my teenage efforts to write something worth reading.
I've gone a very different direction than a younger me would have dreamed, pursuing the biological sciences rather than the written word, but I am still an avid reader, dipping my toes in as many genres as I can pull together. Please feel free to read what a younger me thought would be the building blocks of my future. In a way, she was right. Even though I decided writing was not for me, I am ever-thankful for the teachers and professors who taught me how put my thoughts to paper and rearrange what I wrote until the words were the same as the images in my mind.
As always, don't hesitate to leave comments, good and bad. Unless I state otherwise, everything on this blog is an original work. If you share, expand on, or change anything I've written here, I ask that you credit me and ask others to do the same.
—Morgan
It all started the same way so many things do... as an assignment for a high school creative writing class. Unlike most assignments, however, this was something that truly spoke to me; you see, at that time, my heart was set on becoming a writer. This blog offered my the chance to hone my craft, receive feedback, and practice creativity on a (semi)regular basis. Nothing I wrote was perfect, and, with much-needed hindsight, I hesitate to say my writing was even good. Nevertheless, I relished every chance I got to pour more of mind onto the page, and I'll always treasure my teenage efforts to write something worth reading.
I've gone a very different direction than a younger me would have dreamed, pursuing the biological sciences rather than the written word, but I am still an avid reader, dipping my toes in as many genres as I can pull together. Please feel free to read what a younger me thought would be the building blocks of my future. In a way, she was right. Even though I decided writing was not for me, I am ever-thankful for the teachers and professors who taught me how put my thoughts to paper and rearrange what I wrote until the words were the same as the images in my mind.
As always, don't hesitate to leave comments, good and bad. Unless I state otherwise, everything on this blog is an original work. If you share, expand on, or change anything I've written here, I ask that you credit me and ask others to do the same.
—Morgan
