There are several blogs, and even a story I am currently writing that I hope a few people will pay good money to read at some point in the future. So, if you like what you see, let me know and I will link you to where you can read more.
Writing is a funny thing. It is something everyone does. We all at one time or another write our name, a check, even a note. Every single one of us has at least one story inside of them. Whether that story be an imaginary tale that started from an obscure idea or a dream, or it’s their life story.
Those two elements make a writer, when put together. SO that means everyone. Ok, so not everyone is going to force themselves to sit down with pen and paper (or a keyboard and a screen) and make themselves write so many words a day, or outline a story, edit it, send it to be edited by someone else, rewrite it, re-edit it, resend until it is as good as it will get. Some will just write in a journal everyday, or most days, providing a keepsake of their life. It may or may not be handed down as Great ______’s journal- “MAN! The things they said and did back then!”
It is all writing. Everyone does it to a degree. There are some writers who have written a vast away of formats and genres. Some even make money doing that. I know they exist, never met one, and well, only aspire to become one. The reality is, I will likely never come close. I understand that “success” is a subjective concept. For me, it isn’t dollars and sense. It is one person reading even a single word I have written and wanting to read more. For my prose to be held in the same esteem as a drug that people become addicted to, that is success.
Sure, I won’t deny the egotistical, monetary side of myself and admit that financial gain from my dedication and efforts would be accepted, maybe not so graciously. Accepted probably with a holler, some jumping up and down, followed by some tears and a snotty nose. Yes, that fantasy is seated deep within me. It is just not the ultimate goal. That’s the icing. I would be happy with just the cake.
What is the ultimate goal? Sanity. Happiness. Contentment. I am all of that when writing. Writing is something I am compelled to do. It, the act of writing, is something I must do, like breathing. You aren’t living unless you take in O2 and put out CO2. For me, it’s THAT basic part of being.
This isn’t an apology. It is more than that… some may call it a warning. If you don’t like my writing- Don’t read it. It won’t offend me, you won’t be put in a tizzy walking the floors, and shouting at the rooftops that ‘THAT WOMAN CAN’T WRITE!’ Yet here she is again. Will she ever learn?’ No, no I won’t. Just call me a bad writer and get over it.