I’ve always wanted to be a writer.
I mean, I suppose I’ve been writing my whole life…
Neatly at the top of my homework paper; filling in bubbles on a scantron; five paragraph persuasive essays; love notes folded into neat little footballs to kick back and forth during class; letters mailed to friends on my Lisa Frank stationery,even though I’d see them every day at school.
Remember CURSIVE ::insert dusty wind and a tumbleweed doing its thing::
Then beepers came along, and suddenly, rather than blush and fawn over a special love poem or note, we were all googoo gaga over 07734, 143, 50538. Gosh, we were such romantics.
And just when 55378008 seemed like the longest word we could beep with…
Computers and the INTERNET became readily available! AOL–the beginning of acronym hell.
Now, I just backspace, tab, delete, shift and return; ctrl alt del every now and again.
We’ve certainly come a long way from chipping away at stones. I don’t know how they did it in Moses’ day.
*Quick side note, I think we can all agree that the Commandments could use some updating:
-Though shalt not make Duck Face.
-No bathroom Selfies.
-Honour thy father and mother and your future husband, i.e. “Stop showing everyone your A$$, 55378008!”
So, in a nutshell, I want to be a writer. I want to write a book, an amazing book, at least 300 pages, maybe a couple of kick ass illustrations like in the Stephen King novels. It’s gonna be about life, love, and loss, and it’s gonna change your whole outlook on existence. That’s what I want, to make an impact on people’s lives.
HA! Who am I kidding? No one will believe that. I want to make an impact on your pocket! CaChing!
No, but seriously, that’s really what this blog is all about—expressing my thoughts, ideas, feelings, and experiences. My intention is that you pick up something useful, and if not, I hope my posts at least put a smile on your face.
Thanks for reading.
2 thoughts on “Typer or Writer?”
I want to be a writer too! I want to write a book too. I just realized this in February of this year when my husband left me and my pen started puking ink out onto my writing pad. It has since slowed down, I guess most of my anger has slowed down. But I like you and I like your writing style. You are definately not just a typist or else I would want you to sit on my desk and I would say, type and I would talk and you would type away, instead I want to read what you WRITE!!!
Thank you so much for the ego boost! 🙂 Now that you started writing, just keep practicing everyday; you’ll find other things to express your feelings about, and eventually he won’t be significant anymore. You are doing great so far.