Why does that statement make me feel like I’m standing at an AA meeting confessing a secret addiction? Well, it has been a secret. I’ve been a closet writer since 2009. Before that, I only allowed the stories to swirl around in my head as I doubted my ability to translate them to paper.
I tried on other, safer labels in my search for a career. Artist? No, I’d starve to death. Architect? No, I’d design buildings that would collapse. Maxillofacial Surgeon? No, that involves blood, silly. I’ve got it: Accountant. Seriously?
That’s right. I didn’t just try it on; I wore that label for far too long. I thought climbing the corporate ladder would quell that nagging voice inside me, the voice that told me the label didn’t fit. I tugged at those ill-fitting seams for years until they were stretched and ragged and hung from my miserable frame. When I finally had the courage to write, it just felt right. No other label has ever fit so perfectly. It was snug in all the right places like it was custom tailored just for me.
Writing gives me a feeling of euphoria that no drug could possibly replicate. I have finally admitted my addiction. Better yet, I have posted it here, in cyberspace, for the world to see and it feels wonderfully liberating.
This is my story, my journey to becoming a published author. I hope it has a good ending.
- Why Should I Listen To You? (lorisinnergoddess.wordpress.com)