I’m sure many of you don’t know, (because I’ve hardly ever confessed to it) that I am one of those writer “wannabe’s.”
Why is this you ask?
Why have I never mentioned it or why do I want to be a writer?????
Second question first…. Why do I want to be a writer?
Hmmmmm. I guess it’s just something I like. Do I love it to the point of live and breathe it, die without it? …….. um, no. I’ve read many other bloggers where this is the case and I pray for each and every one of you that has this desire, to keep stretching, YOU WILL MAKE IT! To know my personality however, you would realize that very little excites me to these extremes and it takes a lot to even get me to LOL or shout out accolades until it has been well formulated in my mind. I have actually been critiqued for my “non-reactions” to things.
No, I just like to write. In college my professor said I was good, but I attributed his praise to actually handing in a paper and it being on time. Low standards in my opinion. Then I found blogging and decided that it is fun and others seemed to like it, so why not give it a go???
Next, first question last….. Why have I never mentioned it?
As odd as this seems, I am embarrassed by it. Not the fact that I want to be a writer. I’ve had other lofty career ambitions…. gas jockey, cider jug filler, nun….. N
o, my life is an open book (no pun intended) and I am happy to share the most embarrassing and degrading moments of it for your viewing pleasure.
Unfortunately for me, the first bloggers I ever found were romance writers, self-help book writers, true novelists of incredible girth and substance….. and me….. squeak, squeak (little mouse in the corner here), I want to be a children’s writer. I can not weave a beautiful love story, take a character through peaks and cliffs of deep emotional torment, or profess to have any expertise on how to help you, during my own moments of self-helplessness.
In my mind, the b
ar of writing was high, much too high for me to aim for….. so I wall-flowered it in a corner and tried to encourage you all in your dreams.
But FINALLY, a light bulb went on in my mind and I just decided, I need to be proud of how I was made….. what makes me tick. My child-like dreams and ambitions should be embraced so that I can mold and sculpt the minds of your children and mine through my brain’s inner workings. Friends do entrust me to babysit their children, so I guess I’m not too wacko.
So, there you have it. Confession time has come. All of you are my witnesses, please sign below on the dotted line and I encourage you, just as I hope you will encourage me, to be who you are created to be and if you need to, stop being a wussy like I used to be. Hugs!!!
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