A song by PLACEBO came on with the starting lyrics as “I wrote a novel just for you…”
It made me think of course about my writing. A few friends have pointed out how this writing will lead to a career change. This isn’t to say that I’m going to be a best seller hit with this stuff. Rather, it’s going to open the doors to other possibilities.
@WriterLane had this to say one day: Write more and write often. That is the only way you’ll get out of tech support 🙂 Harsh words for a New Tomorrow.
Her words have stuck by me. Every so often I have to remind myself that this is my way out. Writing is my way out. I have to keep the focus, keep the faith.
I think I had an entry in my old blog called, The Fortune Cookie Wish. It touched on how I hope to be able to bring about a new life for not only myself but my family. Not to say I’m going to be overly wealthy over this career change, but certainly stable enough to provide things my family never had.
My mother would be one place I’d start. She lost our house in the bitter divorce between my parents. I remember that staying with her. She’s always reminded me of, “I’ve never had my own house.” I’d start there. Have her house so she’d never have to work so hard. My sister EMA would have her own room too. Though not too sure I approve of her boyfriend just yet. But that’s a WHOLE ‘nother rant on the deadbeat father.
My fortune cookie wish would be to travel the world. I love meeting new people. As I once heard in the movie CONTACT; people are an interesting mix.
Again, life experiences are what fuel my creativity, my stories. I would love to be able to spend the rest of my life meeting new people. I think it fits my quirky personality, and my bad memory. I mean, c’mon, I’d meet new people forget about them in a few years right? Ha, sorta joking on that one. Sorta. The personalities stay with me the most, perhaps to later create book characters out of. I may forget the names, and maybe even the face as @JustRaymeo pointed out, but the personality stays. 🙂
I think perhaps a side of me is starving for all this life experience. For as much as I love to spend time alone, I’d love to spend it traveling. I’d love to be a tumbleweed of a different kind than what I’ve complained about… not one without purpose, but one seeking purpose? Perhaps begging to be a blank canvas for the world? Not to be tainted or jaded… but enriched.
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You have the youth, time and energy to travel. Do it. Don’t quibble with yourself. Writers need experiences and traveling is a great idea. And you don’t have even have to leave the country if budget is an issue. Just go to Pennsylvania and hang with the Amish, or visit Alaska and check out Eskimo culture, or heck spend a week living in Little Tokyo. 🙂 You rock, baby!