I’m a writer by choice. That is what I do. I love to write. I might not be all that great and it might never get me anywhere but it is the best thing in the world. If I could write for a living I would forever be content with life. If people loved to read my thoughts on paper then I would know the true meaning of joy. You can critize it cause I know it isn’t perfect and needs so much work but if you reject it will merely laugh. I know one day I will get where I want to be.
Until that day I will sit at my desk with my laptop in from of me and I will write pouring out the things of my heart and the thoughts that consume my mind. I am a slave to my paper and pen and a lover of words. I couldn’t break free from them if I wanted too. I’m going to tell you a secret. I don’t want to.