It would have to be when I got my first Five-year Diary. I was so bad, I hardly ever wrote in it. It was gift from someone, could have been Mom. I honestly don’t remember. Then, I bought a second Five-Year Diary, one that I liked the cover better. I wasn’t consistent and I never filled up even a whole year, although I came close once.
But I have to give credit where credit is definitely due. I didn’t take college-prep English, so as a college freshman, I needed individual attention. Mrs. Peggye Trickey gave it to me. She helped me sound like an adult in my writing instead of a child. Thanks Mrs. Trickey. The wife of the basketball coach even invited a few of her students to their house one time. I was one of the lucky ones. I’ll never forget it. And I’ll never forget her.
She set the stage for my Scriptwriting project. Instead of a final, our assignment was to write a script for a half-hour existing television series. In my post, I’ll talk about that.