Sometimes I feel like I am drowning in all the things I want to write about. The ideas could be in my head, on the notes app on my phone, in the journal I always keep in my purse, or the many documents I have started on my laptop. Since I was young, my dream has been the write a novel. I knew I wanted to be a writer but it felt like that specifically, a physical book, is what it would take for me to become one. It didn’t matter that when I told my high school creative writing teacher I wanted to become a writer, she told me I already was one. It didn’t matter that I won a prestigious award for high school writers, beating out students across the country. I would not be a writer until I could hold a book in my hand that had my name on the cover. I’ve started to feel differently over the past few years. Maybe this was not something that was meant for me. I still love writing, I couldn’t imagine ever not loving it, and maybe that was enough.
A Thank You.
A Thank You.
A Thank You.
Sometimes I feel like I am drowning in all the things I want to write about. The ideas could be in my head, on the notes app on my phone, in the journal I always keep in my purse, or the many documents I have started on my laptop. Since I was young, my dream has been the write a novel. I knew I wanted to be a writer but it felt like that specifically, a physical book, is what it would take for me to become one. It didn’t matter that when I told my high school creative writing teacher I wanted to become a writer, she told me I already was one. It didn’t matter that I won a prestigious award for high school writers, beating out students across the country. I would not be a writer until I could hold a book in my hand that had my name on the cover. I’ve started to feel differently over the past few years. Maybe this was not something that was meant for me. I still love writing, I couldn’t imagine ever not loving it, and maybe that was enough.