I want to be that someone. I want something most people deem "impossible", "foolish", and "not a good career path." I'll be honest--I don't give a nun's fart. Yeah, I SAID IT! Seriously, if I wasn't a writer, I would be dead. Writing has taken me to a place where I can be safe and free. It's been my best friend. When I write, it's like I wasn't breathing until I wrote something down. I know I may not be a good writer, but I can't just not be a writer or else I wouldn't exist.
Thursday, May 19, 2011
I've always wanted to be a writer. Since I was two years old. I would scribble in this waterlogged notebook I stapled together haphazardly with all my coloured crayons and pretend the scribbles were like the words my Mommy and Daddy could understand. I would crawl into my Papa's lap and make up stories that came into my head. I remember I was sitting in the bathroom, scribbling away and I said "I'm gonna make books. I'm gonna do this forever." And I've never decided otherwise. I've wanted to do other things, but always always always be a writer. There's just something about books that I find, pardon the expression, seductive. The feel of a thick novel beneath my fingers and the crinkle of pages sounding in my ears--I could be like that forever and never care about anything else. But that's not all about books and writing that I enjoy. Books take you places you never could go on your own and you meet people you wish you knew or even wish you didn't. They strike up emotions. Think about that--some blots of ink on sheets of paper can make you laugh, cry, and think. How enormous is that?? You get moved by words. You become something by words. Life isn't life without words running everywhere--you cannot live without words moving you slightly in a certain direction. But someone is behind those words.
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