My goal in life for the last few years is to be able to make a living as a writer. That has yet to occur.
I had the corporate job where I wrote whenever I could find the time. I went to Europe to write. I spent almost a year not working to focus 100% on writing full time. I then, perhaps because I saw my nest egg being blown away, re entered the working world in a capacity that I enjoy.
In that time many people have told me what I need to do in order to become a successful writer. Everything from blogging, the tweeting, to Facebooking, writing resumes, press releases, customer reviews……….
I know what I want to do…..I want to write books. Maybe short stories. Perhaps some opinions pieces. And yes, of course, this blog.
What I don’t want to do is to fill the internet with content I don’t believe in writing. I have only so much time to write and I want it to count. I want to write the stories I feel have some meaning. I am 30. I am not old, but I’m no longer all that young. I am losing a perspective I had a better grasp of just a few years ago. Youth. Inexperience. I want to capture that as much as I can in my writing before I get to a place where I can no longer remember what it felt like to have a world vision that was not skewed by a world where you are forced to hear loud opinion at all times. Where I didn’t feel like I had to take an extreme view and instead look at something simple – like right and wrong. Truth and myth. Seeing each of them twisted to a place where you are not sure what to believe or why.
I want to write books. Novels. Something a person reads and says, “That was enjoyable.” And then thinks, for his or her self, if just for a moment.