For as long as I can possibly remember I have wanted to write, to be considered and known as a writer. I believe that one day it will happen, one day I will have published work instead of just meaningless blogs on the internet but in the meantime I find it difficult to live this hum-drum, day-to-day life of... nothing.
Every day that goes by and I write nothing is a day wasted and yet I sit and I stare at this blank document and I wonder to myself if said blank document will ever turn into anything meaningful? I have so many ideas, but when I write them down I lose focus and concentration and give up, I try and I try to actually make something last but then, I just can't.
And it occurs to me that this is not even half the battle, what if I do write something good, maybe even something great but then it is rejected? What then? I know plenty of people who want to be writers, who want to have a book, and who have ideas, and connections, how to stand out from the crowd? What would make me better than them?
My passion? I feel I lack, I live for writing, I feel as though it is what I was born to do and I am not happier than when I am writing, however I don't think that comes across easily via text.
Maybe I will never accomplish my dreams, I know I need to keep trying, I do. But sometimes it is so very difficult.
