This was me (on the left) around 5th grade. Look at my dorky little self. I WOULD be the one to write snarky stories about classmates.
Mark Twain once said, “Write what you know,” and so that’s what I’m doing. Or at least, attempting.
When I was a kid, I used to write all of the time, almost to the point of cliché. I was the 2nd grade precocious bookworm who read Gone With the Wind in two weeks flat, the 4th grade observer who carried around a spiral bound notebook full of stories I would write about my classmates (most were kind of snarky. One classic was about a mean girl in my class named Tiffany, who always had a slicked back ponytail (circa 2002), and upon further notice, had a tiny bald spot. Naturally, I wrote a moralism about how gel makes you bald.), the 6th grade playwright, the 7th grade mystery novelist, and then finally the 10th grade award-winning short story author. But the older I became, the more fragmented my stories would become until finally, with yet another abandoned half-baked story, I grew tired of writing. Fiction was too childish and thus, I graduated into the world of blogging.
I dreamt of journalism until one day, I realized that I hate being forced to write. Deadlines for topics I hate? No thanks. So I decided to study advertising, where I could write in concentrated, witty doses.
Fast forward to three years later & thus, the present. The idea of a future including writing keeps creeping back into my life like Georgia kudzu. Maybe it’s one of the talents God has given me…from all the positive feedback I consistently get about writing, it sure seems like it.
Everyone who’s read this blog knows all I want to do is pull an Eat, Pray, Love and just travel, eat, & write. Honestly though, I’m afraid to fail if I decide to pursue that. I’ll end up living Broke, Hungry, Desperate.
I feel like it’d be trite to end this post saying something like “Whatever I do, it’ll be great, blah blah blah, positivity.” So…
Moral of the Story: Using too much gel makes you go bald!
