Becoming a writer (which I am trying to accomplish) has always been in the process for me. I don’t know when I decided that’s what I wanted. I think it’s just one of those things I said when I was a little girl . . . “When I grow up I want to be an author” through all these years I have never considered giving it up.
I’m eighteen and it’s time to start seriously trying my hand at it. I’m not studying English, literature or writing classes in college so I’m not very schooled in the art of writing but I know how to put words on a page and I’m finding my voice. What more do I need? I could have a college writing education and not have found my voice but I’d rather have it the way it is. If people like the sound of my words and I have the dedication to put them on the page that’s what’s important.
I spend most of my evenings reading or writing and sometimes reading about writing. This evening it’s been the last. I can’t spend too many nights in a row on the same one so I cycle through each. It’s a great way to relax and still continue to learn. I’m extremely thankful for the time to be able to study like this.
Writing is difficult and recently I have caught myself giving up because I’m just not good enough but then I remind myself how young I am and how much time I have left to learn and improve. Just keep writing I tell myself. And so I am.
I’m not so much of a dreamer that I expect to make a living off my writing but it’s simply what I love. If I write all my life and if don’t earn a penny from it I will still enjoy it.
So no, I never exactly chose what I wanted to do as a young single, I just fell into it . . . and I love it: living in Colorado, going on mission trips during the summer, web design and development, social network marketing, administrative office work, cooking, cleaning, reading, writing and always learning!