Today I want to write about... being a writer.
I've written in one form or another since I was little.
Many moons ago, as a young, ambitious, pale red-headed little girl, I wrote stories and songs and lesson plans. Yes, I subjected my siblings to "school" in my bedroom.
In fact, when I think about it- I always liked to document things. Whether it was in a diary, a journal, a scrapbook, a flow chart of ex-boyfriends (yes, we have one of those)... I just like things to be written down, documented and recorded.
So, it felt natural for me to pursue a degree in journalism. I tried out several different forms of writing.
I wrote during the summer for my hometown's newspaper, The Plano Star Courier. By the end of the summer, I was writing the lead story every day. And, I was discovering that newspaper wasn't for me.
During college, I wrote for Pulse, the college of journalism's magazine. I was the managing editor. I wrote the inside "fold" story- the BIG one- on diversity and I was so proud. And found that my heart wasn't really in the magazine industry.
Towards the end of college, I decided on TV. Through my attempts to become a reporter, I ended up being a producer- and I loved it. I bossed and wrote and organized and wrote some more and made important phone calls and wrote until my 2 hour morning show was minutes from air. And, I realized I didn't want to be a TV producer anymore.
At this point in the post, if you're still reading, you're probably thinking that I'm an extremely fickle and dissatisfied person. I'm not.
I just felt like I was always moving one step closer to "the goal."
Without really knowing what "the goal" is.
I launched this blog in January of 2010. (It sounds more important to have the 2010 tacked on there!)
And, once again, I feel one step closer to "the goal."
Still not knowing what that goal is.
Maybe to write a book? Maybe to just write a really great blog? Maybe do both?
I'm not sure. But, I know I'm on the right track. And the time might be drawing near to take one more step.