I have been reading and writing children and teen stories for most of my life.
When I was little, I never left home without a notebook in which I wrote and drew every curious detail of the world around me. I took note of the sentences that repeated themselves to me ringing like bells in my ears. I scribbled down and ferreted away each heartwarming word which filled me with love and every word of anger that struck me with its intensity.
And yes, the first pages of those journals were filled with swear words. I still carry some of those notebooks with me, but many of them have gotten lost in the pages of my life.
Once in a while, I leaf through those books that remain to remind myself not to embark on a career as a painter.