Why I could be a great writer but also why I cannot
Being able to write well would be a dream come true. I've always loved fiction. I've spent large units of my time reading, analyzing writing styles, connecting said styles to other writers, analyzing plots, characters, ideas and more and more often, predicting outcomes.
When I was in middle school I had this great English teacher. Everything she said was a subtle joke. I looked forward to every assigned reading and more importantly, the classroom analysis. We would push our desks around the room into a horse-shoe shaped arena and discuss the assigned chapters for that week. That was where I learned about metaphors, foreshadowing, and motifs. It was blissful.
Now I know what you're thinking. I was a teacher's pet. Showed up early every morning with three well-sharpened number two's and an apple. Not at a