This past week I decided (yes, I finally had my lightbulb moment!) that I want to be a writer… or more realistically speaking: I want to write… for a living.
When I say I want to be a writer, i’m saying that I want to be able to receive money for the things I write, so that I don’t have to work a crappy 9-5 job anymore…because honestly I’m so bitterly sick of it I think I could vomit. Or cry… possibly both.
What I’m expecting is that I will write… I will go to school to improve my grammar and get a degree in it… and I will attempt to make money at it. I’m not saying that it will happen (the money part) but i’m hoping with every hope I have, that I will “be a writer.”
On top of that, I cut my bangs… blunt style. And I’ve found a new-found love for hard-boiled eggs.
AND I rocked dark blue skinny jeans with a 60’s style flannel shirt yesterday.
People probably think i’m having some sort of identity crisis…
Wanting to be a writer, blunt bangs and skinny jeans…
I guess I can see where they are coming from in thinking that.
BUT – the fact remains pure in my heart…
I want to be a writer.
Peace & Written Word