I want to be a writer; but do I want to do the nitty, gritty, every day, up and down task of writing? Do I have what it takes to be a writer? Do I want to be a writer without all the hard work? I don't know. It's something I must explore. I know I will not rest until I know for sure. As far back as I can remember I've dabbled in writing. I've always kept a journal, starting in the fourth grade. Just getting my toes wet enough to give me a taste. Maybe I thought if I never pursued it whole heartedly, I never would have to find out that maybe I don't have what it takes.
I've come to a point where I have to pursue this. No matter the outcome. I need to know. And so I write. Maybe I'll write for myself or maybe, just maybe I'll write for others and let them into my world for a time.