My Perspective on Writing

There's a lot things i don't know but one thing i do know is that to be a good writer you have to like telling stories. Like i am always telling stories about stuff that happens to me and before i've even seen someone i want to tell the story to i'm figuring out how im going to tell the story. whether im a good writer or not can depend on the day. That's another thing about writing, you can't force it or it won't be as good as you want it to be. That's why writing for school can be hard because even if you really don't feel like writing you have to because there's a due date. plus usually they make us write about dumb stuff and barely ever stories. so yup that's what i gotta say about that. i think i'll put up a story i started writing a while ago. it's not that great but it was fun to write it-

Once upon a time, there was a princess. This princess did the thing all princesses do. She sang. She sang while she did her lessons and danced and between bites while she was eating (for you know it’s very rude to sing with your mouth full). But one day people started to get tired of the Princess singing all the time so everyone working at the castle went to a meeting to try and decide what to do. The meeting was taking a long time because no one could come up with a good idea. Meanwhile, the princess began to wonder what was going on because usually one of the maids would have fetched her by now to go to dinner. After a long time of waiting the princess decided to find out what was going on. She had never left her room alone, she had always had a maid with her, so she didn’t know her way around the castle. Since her quarters were at the top of a tower she decided to go down the stairs and surely she would remember the way when she got to the bottom. As she was walking down she thought it seemed like there were more stairs than usual. She figured it was just because there was no one to keep her company. She soon found herself in a dark, musty hallway. The princess had never been here before and wasn’t sure what to do. She decided to walk down the hallway and hope she saw a servant that could help her. There were many doors in the hallway but all of the doors were closed except for one from which she could hear voices coming from. As she got closer the voices began to become clearer.

i know i kinda stopped in the middle but that's all i wrote so far and i don't feel like writing more now.

JennJeanne

p.s. princesses are lovely aren't they? tee hee