W is for Writing Wheel and Windows
I love the letter ‘W’. I think it stems from childhood, when I learned to write the zigzag motion of the letter. My mother proudly displayed reams of paper filled with continuous ‘w’s flowing across the page in a rainbow of colour.
I also had a fascination with windows. Some would say literally. The amount of times I've walked into patio doors is uncountable and when I was seven I even put my bottom through a glass pane. I don't remember the blood, just the cool tinkling sound.
My writing training began at the age of four. I used to watch a TV programme called Play School which sent my young mind through a different shaped window each day. Would it be the square window, the arch window or the round window? I used to have such fun guessing which window we would venture through and the thrill of the mystery of what was waiting for us on the other side used to have me jumping in my seat.
This was the time I learned the wheel of ‘w’ questions: What’s happening? Where? Who’s it happening to? When? Why?
As I grew into a teenager the window watching never stopped. My teachers despaired of me. I was often pulled out of my daydreaming spells by a piece of flying chalk. Wow! If a teacher ever threw anything at a student these days, there would be serious consequences.
Even now, I continually stare out of windows: from my writing desk, when I’m washing the dishes (okay... loading the dishwasher), when I’m sitting on the couch, when I’m in a café or restaurant. Our house has almost as many windows as wall space. Luckily, I like cleaning windows – can’t obscure my view now, can I?
Do you stare out of windows? When did your writing training begin?