I hated writing when I was in junior high and high school. As a creative person, I cringed at the thought of adhering to very specific rules in spelling, grammar, and sentence structure. To make things worse, the rules seemed to change without warning and for no particular reason. How was I supposed to keep track of whether or not E went before I or I before E?
English was my least favorite subject, ironic since my career today is largely based on writing. Instead, I spent most of my mental energy on math, science, and art classes. I developed a talent for drawing and things that involved creativity. I always thought that writing was for left-brainers; that is, until I went to college.
My view changed first semester at school when I took a creative writing class. At first I was reluctant, but it was a required class for freshmen, so I showed up with a pen, spiral notebook (college ruled of course), and a forced smile.