I. am. a. writer. (if I say it enough times it becomes true, right?) 🙂
When I was 5 I wanted to be a writer. I created a paper called the Harlan Gazette and sold it to my grandparents. It only included good news.
When I was 10 I wanted to be a writer. I wrote poems about the planets and a short story called Jerry & the Tipperan about a boy who was visited by aliens.
When I was 15 I wanted to be a writer. I wrote my journal to the unknown audience who would read it after I died and dreamed of traveling the world writing for National Geographic.
When I was 20 I wanted to be a writer. I took poetry and fiction classes while pursuing my journalism degree.
Somewhere along the way I got sidetracked. I became a bookseller (which I loved) but then spent t 15 years having an identity crises and trying to figure out what I want to be when I grow up.
I’m reclaiming the dream. I. am. a. writer. Get ready to read.