I love writing even though I don’t think I’m very good at it. I guess it’s because of my passion for reading. I love dreaming up stories and imagining a shelf of books I’ve written in my room. The one thing I can’t grasp is how to make a story last over 10 pages. Maybe I need more description? Or I should stick to children’s books? Anyway, it always seems to me that writers have more freedom to do as they please. Not in the sense of breaking the law, more of traveling and doing creative things (I want to travel SO BAD). Seeing the world and getting to tell stories? Freaking awesome!!! Also, English was always one of my favorite (and best) subjects and yes, I’m a bit of a grammar Nazi (so if in this blog I do make a mistake, it’s 2:30 am and I’m not functioning properly :P). I took advanced English classes and wrote on my own time. Not that this makes me any smarter than anyone. I completely suck at doing school work and don’t seem to have the whole “due date” concept down. Procrastination is one of my defining traits.
Why I’m not a writer: I was GREATLY encouraged by my parents to have a more stable career. Writing is a very unpredictable thing. Other than the possibility of not getting published, I could not be “in the writing mood”. Then I would have to force myself to be creative and that won’t work. I am also self conscious about sharing my stories. I never feel they’re good enough to let someone else read them. Plus, my selfishness just can’t handle another person living in my made up world (so weird, I know).
I’m not completely sure if this is the first career I ever seriously considered but it’s the first one I remember at this time. Have a nice day and may the odds be ever in your favor. (Just watched the Hunger Games movie tonight for the first time. Oh my God. Soooo good)