I had a scary but wonderful realization recently. Not even a realization, since I've always known this about myself, but I'm finally acknowledging the truth of it and not hiding behind safety nets and mommy's skirt.
I want to be an author. I want to make my living writing. I want to spend my time every day connecting with characters and feeling the joy that only writing a scene I'm really proud of can bring me. I want to connect with other people through my writing. I want to open doors to another world for people like other authors did for me. The idea of this makes me quiver with excitement to my core and feel like my very soul is singing.
Yes, I want to help people. I want to teach as well. I really want to sit down and have coffee with every person in the world. There are eleventy billion things I want to do during my lifetime. And for a while I thought law school was the route to all that. But really, it's just one route of many. And maybe I'll still go to law school. Maybe. But I don't have to, and I'm recognizing that.
It's so freeing.
I'm going to spend my days writing instead of wasting them doing useless things (I'm looking at you, facebook). My goal is to have a novel finished being written by September 1. I'll revise, revise, revise starting the 2nd. I'll take the next step (finding an agent, publisher, etc.) by December 1.
Does this scare me? Hell yes. Does it excite me a hundred times more than it scares me? Fuck yes.
Live free and do epic shit.
"I get up every morning determined to both change the world and have one hell of a good time. Sometimes this makes planning my day difficult."