It’s amazing what happens the second you put yourself “out there.”
Take today, for example. In a matter of hours, I launched a Facebook Page, an Instagram account and then worked to finish up my website (though admittedly, I’d already been fiddling with that one for awhile.) None of the above are by any means complete, let alone content rich. Not yet. (Note: Your kindness & patience is much appreciated as I navigate these waters, getting things all built up and prettified. Wait–is that even a word? Hmmm.)
Anyway… HOLY CRAP!!! I’ve gone public!
Hang on just a second. I need to let that sink in for a moment…. whew.
No more private accounts for me–this shizzle just got real.
Can I do this?
I’m already doing this. I’ve even got cyber stranger-friends.
Okay. Moving on.
I’ve always enjoyed writing. The obsession started when I was young and it just sort of blossomed uninhibited from there. Journaling mostly, a few competition prose pieces, some newspaper/newsletter gigs, and I did write a little novella once when I was in the 8th grade. (That’s a story for another day though. In the meantime, the Reader’s Digest version goes like this: I wrote it. I shared it. I trashed it. The end.)
For all my love of writing, not once did I ever consider a career utilizing the written word. Looking back, it surprises me that pursuing writing as a JOB, a part of my everyday life, never even crossed my mind. How many times had I been told I communicate better writing versus talking? How many hours had I spent writing just for the sake of writing? When My English teacher gave us writing assignments, I was over the moon! I loved every single one of them! I mean, come on–a writing career should have been a no-brainer!
I decided to get a degree in Spanish and Criminal Justice instead. Ask me what I’ve done with those degrees. (Answer: Nothing. Not for lack of trying. Just… for lack of having anyone around me that speaks Spanish.) But I digress.