I honestly cannot remember a time in my life that I didn’t want to be a writer. I began reading when I was 5 so I think that it all springs from that. I had a very active imagination as a child and as soon as I could compose sentences more complex than “the quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog” I began to write poems and stories. It helped that I had no artistic talent other than that, I suppose. Having an extremely musically talented dad and brother, I just knew that I had to have that gene but sadly I didn’t. They both could pick up any instrument and within a very short time, they’d be playing it like a professional. I took piano and guitar lessons and failed miserably at both. My piano teacher told my parents that they were just wasting their money. I would try to draw and paint over the years and that didn’t go any better than my musical endeavors. So I don’t know if I truly wanted to be a writer or if I chose it by default. Either way, it really doesn’t matter because I am a good writer with a vivid imagination and I love writing. I can paint with words so my poetry and prose are my canvases. I also don’t know if we are born with certain creative abilities or not but I think that we definitely are influenced by our experiences and surroundings when we are very young. It doesn’t matter if being a writer was my destiny from the second that I was conceived or not because I have made it my destiny. I think that my desire to be a writer is much more important than being destined to be one anyway. I have worked hard at being a good writer and I’m proud of that. I also have an overwhelming desire to write and that is what keeps me writing even when the words and ideas aren’t flowing…it’s why I keep sitting down in front of my laptop and scribbling notes and ideas down on scraps of paper. I have a need to create and writing is my outlet. So I don’t really have an answer to the who chose whom question but I’m glad that it worked out the way that it did.
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