Sentences in Form of Sentencing.

Mom just called me at work to tell me about a little story with one of my cousins. A funny story, really, that I won't share due to family confidentiality.

The story ended in sentences. And by that I mean, sentences as a form of consequence. When I was younger, a lot of my "punishments" would result in writing sentences. I remember these sentences so vividly.

"I will not lie to my mom."
"I will not lie to my mom."
multiplied 100 times

or

"I will not talk back to my parents."
"I will not talk back to my parents."
multiplied 100 times

I think I've written more than 1,000 sentences as my consequent sentencing in my lifetime. No joke. Anyway, Mom told me this story and I immediately thought about writing. Super funny that my parents don't know this, but I actually didn't mind writing those sentences. I practiced my penmanship and tried to fit every sentence on one line. I never complained about them, and I'm sure my parents know I didn't complain. I gladly sat at the kitchen table with my paper and pencil and wrote, wrote, wrote.

I don't think the punishment sentences sparked my desire for "creative writing" but I think it helped me get there. Perhaps it sparked something in me. I know I used to imagine I was writing really elaborate and detailed stories while writing the same thing forever and over again. I dunno, maybe I should thank Mom and Dad for those damn things.

I will finish my homework before blogging.
I will finish my homework before blogging.
I will finish my homework before blogging.
I will finish...