{"id":37,"date":"2011-10-27T15:43:00","date_gmt":"2011-10-27T15:43:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.rachelhorwitz.com\/blog\/2011\/10\/27\/the-road-to-discovery\/"},"modified":"2011-10-27T15:43:00","modified_gmt":"2011-10-27T15:43:00","slug":"the-road-to-discovery","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.rachelhorwitz.com\/blog\/2011\/10\/27\/the-road-to-discovery\/","title":{"rendered":"The Road to Discovery"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-family: Calibri;\">To start this off right, I might as well explain the story of how I became a writer. Or well, <i style=\"mso-bidi-font-style: normal;\">discovered<\/i> I was a writer. It\u2019s a long story that spans several years and barring the passing of a few cornerstone moments, my future could have swung in an entirely different direction. I once wanted to be a vet (says the girl who faints at the sight of blood), but to keep the tale simple, it happened something like this: <\/span><\/p>\n<div class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin: 0in 0in 10pt;\"><span style=\"font-family: Calibri;\">On a bright afternoon trip home from preschool my father peered into the rearview mirror, his mustache twitching as he spoke, \u201cWhat\u2019d you do today, Rachel?\u201d <\/span><\/div>\n<div class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin: 0in 0in 10pt;\"><span style=\"font-family: Calibri;\">\u201cFirst we played games, then we had snack. I was going to nap but the school was attacked by a huge green dragon! It broke everything. We ran into the playground and got to play the rest of the day. The dragon played too,\u201d I explained, giddily kicking my feet together.<\/span><\/div>\n<div class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin: 0in 0in 10pt;\"><span style=\"font-family: Calibri;\">Dad\u2019s brow arched as his eyes questioned me from the front seat, \u201cWhat\u2019d you <i style=\"mso-bidi-font-style: normal;\">really<\/i> do today?\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n<div class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin: 0in 0in 10pt;\"><span style=\"font-family: Calibri;\">\u201cI swear, daddy, the dragon came and then we got to use his tail like a slide,\u201d I declared emphatically. &nbsp;<\/span><\/div>\n<div class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin: 0in 0in 10pt;\"><span style=\"font-family: Calibri;\">Noting my earnest smile, he replied the following comment as tenderly as possible, \u201cYou\u2019re going to have to call these \u2018stories\u2019, honey, or else you\u2019ll get in trouble for lying a lot.\u201d <\/span><\/div>\n<div class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin: 0in 0in 10pt;\"><span style=\"font-family: Calibri;\">This was one of many moments before middle school that lit my path as a writer. Sure, entering a poetry contest could be dubbed \u201cthe moment\u201d; or maybe it was when I wrote my first short story, but hindsight allows us to assess our furthest memories to determine where and when&nbsp;our road began. Mine was on the road home from preschool the day a dragon attacked. I swear it happened\u2026well, something like that. <\/span><\/div>\n<div class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin: 0in 0in 10pt;\"><span style=\"font-family: Calibri;\">How did you discover you were a writer? Leave a comment and let me know. <\/span><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>To start this off right, I might as well explain the story of how I became a writer. Or well, discovered I was a writer. It\u2019s a long story that spans several years and barring the passing of a few cornerstone moments, my future could have swung in an entirely different direction. 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