I've confidently called myself a mother, a wife, a student, a librarian, a real estate marketer, a webmaster, a youth program coordinator, and probably a dozen or so other titles throughout my life; all the while trying to figure out what I wanted to be when I grew up. Finally, at age 44 I've determined what I've actually known all along.
The problem was that it always seemed more of a pipe-dream than a career choice. Now, I'm finally ready to take the plunge, and forsaking the office rat-race, I am determined to make a career of the one thing I was born to do....write.
Looking back, I've been a writer almost since the first occasion in which I successfully learned to string words together to form a sentence; certainly longer by far than any other single title I've held. I was born a writer and I will die a writer. And yet, if someone were to inquire what I do for a living I simply cannot answer that I am a writer because if I did, the next question out of his or her mouth would be: What have you published? I am a writer because I write, and yet in this society payment for one's work is the undisputed confirmation of worth, is it not? And so I am reluctant to publicly give myself a title I may not officially be worthy of.
I have written across numerous fields. I've written fiction within the boundaries of genres, such as horror and science fiction, and nonfiction in the format of essays and anecdotes. During the course of my life and working career, I've written newsletters, pamphlets, and ad copy. I've written editorials for small newspapers and even written help manuals for computer programs.
In fact, there simply isn't much I won't tackle at my keyboard, when the mood strikes, although my heart lies in humor. Humor is my obsession as well as my apparent burden. The market seems slim. Miles stretch between what I love to write and what publishers want to print. For now, I publish my satirical pieces only in my on-line journal. I post my musings on-line because people read them and they smile, and that in some small way validates my efforts. I'm hopeful that the paychecks will come in time.
My passion is ...
justice
I know too much about ...
reality, specifically that it bites
My parents always told me ...
everything in life is not fair - a theory I am still trying to disprove
My childhood ambition ...
to become a famous writer or singer... not necessarily in that order
My favorite memory ...
anything and everything that still cracks me up, and believe me, there are a lot of them
Why I write ...
because I must
What I am reading/watching/listening to ...
"Dexter" (reading and watching) I have an obsession with serial killers - weird, I know. Listening to my dogs bark at everything that moves out the window same as always.
My first job ...
bartending: I learned everything I needed to know about people behind the bar not to mention how to make the best martini
My best moment ...
when I can get through a complete sentence on the phone without the dogs barking, the kids interrupting, or a telemarketer calling - just kidding
My inspiration ...
my kids because they never fail to demonstrate that I do on occasion get something right
Wisdom from experiences A Wise Man Once Said... These five words, or their linguistic equivalent, have heralded innumerable expressions of guidance in every culture around the globe. This man is indeed very wise for It seems he can tell us about love, money, relationships, the meaning of life, and every issue that we, the unwise, could ever ponder. Well, almost. There is one subject area in which the wise man has been oddly silent. He never seems to give up the answer to the question we really want to know: who is he and how exactly did he get so wise to begin with? I picture him weathered...
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