Ever since I learned how to read, I haven’t stopped. I read everything I could get my hands on. This led to me trying to write my own stories in middle school. Notebook upon notebook began filling up with words. At first, I fell in love with poetry and thought I was fantastic at it! Then… I began reading “real” poetry and soon learned that I didn’t quite have the knack for it. My poems were prose with broken lines that I thought were interesting and unique – SPOILER: They weren’t.
Along with being heavily into writing and reading, I am seriously obsessed with music. I began playing the violin at age 10 throughout middle school and then picked up the viola at the age of 14 in high school. I wanted to learn cello as well, but my family was going through a financial crisis so I was never bought a cello. Now that I’m 10 years older, I desperately wish that I had figured out a way to get that cello. Maybe someday I can learn. I also want to learn trumpet, but am currently teaching myself the clarinet so I am not just a strings person.
I guess the age of 14 was a big year for me. Not only did I begin learning viola, I found God. After a year of attending my church and finding myself through Him, I was baptized. God’s grace has changed me in more ways than I ever thought possible.
Going into college, I decided to be a secondary English education major. That changed as it turned out my college’s idea of secondary education was middle school. A few professors finally ambushed me in the hallway and we had a two-hour meeting about my future. According to all of them, writing was what I excelled at. A week later, I became an English Professional and Creative Writing major. Hallelujah!
Upon graduating, I began working on my novel. Unfortunately, that’s on hold right now. My main character has a story that I think needs to be told, but somehow, I’ve lost the interest in telling it. I’m far more interested in telling another character’s story from a short story I wrote in college. He’s always in my brain and right now, he’s taken up to haunting me. I write more about him and his story rather than my original novel character. I’m not sure what’s happening with this. We’ll see more about what happens with him and his best friend throughout the year. This year is going to be all about me exploring my writing and what I want to do with it. Last year was dedicated to expanding my reading so this year is about my writing.
So WHY am I called Napkin Girl?
In high school, my youth group had a super hero lock-in. We were to dress up as superheros. I created my own and named her Napkin Girl. She was the fighter of all things dirty, including bad grammar.
Soon, Napkin Girl just became a thing. I began writing quotes, short poems, anything on napkins and leaving them around. Depending on the waiter/waitress, depended on what I would write on a napkin to leave for them. The coolest thing ever? I saw a screenshot of a napkin I wrote on once. It circulated through MySpace and I thought, “hey! I’m famous!” … Not really. Just famous enough to have it circulate through my high school group of friends.
Napkin Girl died off, but I liked the name. My best friend Beckie and I made an awesome video with napkins once. I wonder if that was really the birth of Napkin Girl? I don’t know.