I’ve been a writer for a long time. As long as I can remember, really. I’ve written short stories and articles and essays, and even a (possibly) terrible young adult novel.
Every day I think about writing, but don’t write.
I imagine myself re-writing the badly written young adult novel, but don’t ever do it.
I create intricate plots and sub-plots while I’m in the shower for stories that never get out of my head and onto the page.
And I’m sick of it. I’m sick of wanting to write.
Today, I am not a person who wants to write. I am a person who writes.
I am a writer.
Join me as I journey this year, from wannabe writer to writer.
No more excuses. For either of us.