Early Works by Young Samantha: an IWSG post

 

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Welcome to the first Wednesday of the month. You know what that means! It's time to let our insecurities hang out. Yep, it's the Insecure Writer's Support Group blog hop. If you're a writer at any stage of career, I highly recommend this blog hop as a way to connect with other writers for support, sympathy, ideas, and networking. If you're a reader, it's a great way to peek behind the curtain of a writing life.

Our Twitter handle is @TheIWSG and hashtag is #IWSG.  The awesome co-hosts for the February 4 posting of the IWSG are J Lenni Dorner, Victoria Marie Lees, and Sandra Cox!

February 4 question - Many writers have written about the experience of rereading their work years later. Have you reread any of your early works? What was that experience like for you?

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I didn't really start taking my writing life seriously, finishing things, and seeing them into publication until I was in my 40s…so "early works" in that sense is really only a decade or so ago, and while I have grown as a person and a writer in those ten years, it's not startling in the way it might be if I'd been at this longer. 

 I *did* write when I was child and young woman: poetry, essays, short stories. Mostly, when I look back at those, I'm kind of charmed at my child/younger self. Sometimes, it makes me cringe a little to see how directly autobiographical I was…but capturing your own lived experiences and considering what they might mean isn't such a bad place to start in a life of making art. 

Young Samantha and her scribblings led to the Samantha I am now, after all, and I like me and the work I do now, so I can't be too hard on her. :-)

 Somewhere along the line, I learned to be a little less "on the nose" but I do still process all the things that worry, bother, or anger me in my writing. And it still works for me.