The “writer”

Growing up to be a writer wasn’t always my first choice. Actually, my first choice was to go to college to become a Gypsy. In my defense, I was 7 and my favorite movie was The Hunchback of Notre Dame.

 I grew up a little more when I turned 10, and I set my sights on becoming a writer. I would write about anything and everything. I was that really weird kid who got excited every time a teacher assigned an essay, and I always wrote over the word/page limit.

I got sidetracked as I grew older (you can count my “declared major” of Veterinary Medicine as proof of that), but I eventually found my way back to writing.

Now I’m hoping to finish my first draft by the end of the year. Wish me luck?




32 thoughts on “The “writer”

  1. Procrastination is great. Desperation is a form of inspiration. It can spring up truly great writing. Or the most terrible, worthless piece of terribad garbage in the history on the universe. You and I are kind of in the same boat. Keep up the good work.

    • Thank you! I wish you the best of luck with finishing your first draft. I am going through the same struggle, so that’s something to take comfort in. We can complain together!

  2. you have company! i’m working towards the same deadline. if i didn’t procrastinate so much i probably could have written a thesis on procrastination. anyway, all the best to all!

  3. Good luck! I can so relate to the distractions and life that manages to get in the way of writing. I’m a great starter, but lazy finisher when it comes to writing novels. I’m working to finish my first draft by the end of the year, tool (no pressure, right? :))

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