I didn't tell anyone about my writing until I had a finished first draft of something I thought had potential.
SUSAN: Hey Dad...
DAD: Yes, honey?
SUSAN: (awkward pause)
DAD: What did you want, Susan?
SUSAN: (gulps) I have a question.
DAD: Okay, hold on--could you just get me that box of zip ties out of my closet?
SUSAN: (sigh of relief) Sure. No problem.
Susan comes back with zip ties and gives them to her dad, who uses them to secure a bundle of extension cords or something equally engineer-like. Susan starts to leave the room.
DAD: What was that question you said you had for me?
SUSAN: (takes deep breath, tries to supress the feeling she might vomit) How would you suggest I print out a 400 page word document?
DAD: What? How many pages?
SUSAN: Four hundred.
DAD: What is it?
SUSAN: It's a book.
DAD: What book?
SUSAN: My book.
DAD: But what's the title? I'm sure we can get it for you another way.
SUSAN: I wrote it.
DAD: You--what--HOW MANY PAGES IS IT?!
He was very surprised and impressed and confused. It was extremely awkward.
And that was the beginning.