I can’t remember a single one. I can’t think of any events that didn’t have a direct effect on my writing.
It’s just a fact that I have a hard time writing about tragic childhood events, and so my writing tends to contain a lot of them. I would be lying if I said I did not grow up in a very tragic, dysfunctional home. When I was younger I was a pretty normal kid, but like most kids I knew to be a little bit unstable and a lot of trouble.
I am a bit of an introvert, so I tend to be shy and tend to shy away from people. However, I can talk to anyone as long as they are not afraid of my real life. My family has always been very supportive of me and my writing and to this day I am grateful for all the positive things I have received.
There are a lot of things that seem to have helped shape my writing. The main one was an abusive family who would constantly beat me, and make me do things like run away from school and go into the woods with a knife. I had a pretty abusive home that I still had to overcome to become a man, so the writing of my first book was a sort of coping mechanism for me. Another thing that I think helped me was my brother.
I can’t say I was always a very good reader. I used to read at about an eight or nine grade level, but after I started writing I really started to improve.
The reason I wrote the story in the first place is because I was writing in the middle of a horror story about a young girl who was raped and murdered by a group of her friends. I didn’t write it until I was so mad I wrote about six or seven more chapters, but that’s because it’s the only time I wrote a full chapter.
This is a common thing when writers write horror stories. A lot of times they set the scene for the story and then the story just takes off. It’s almost a formula. But writing it like this, the story begins with a young girl who is raped and murdered. It’s a horrifying story and it’s horrifying because it’s a young girl who is raped and murdered, and it’s horrifying because it’s the only time you see her in her form.
This particular young woman is called Jane Doe. Her father has already been arrested for it, but the police won’t let him go because the case is still open. He’s a victim of the same kind of crime, but this time its the killing of an innocent child. Because of this, his lawyer has to argue, “It’s not a crime to have a child, so it isn’t a crime,” to the judge. The judge says it isn’t.
I think anyone who has never experienced the loss of a loved child can relate to this story. It feels like the end of the world.
The world has been kind to Jane. There was a time when the world was in shambles. She was the only child, and that was the time when the world was in a shambles. It wasnt, and it wasnt until today that Jane got to say she was the true one, and that’s when she got the message that she was the true one.