I sure do want to be a writer. Just the idea of it gives me butterflies. I see myself looking out from my window at an azure ocean, listening to the lull of the waves while landscapes form before my eyes which I then paint with words onto the blank canvas in front of me. Each typed letter giving life to people and creatures both normal and fantastical; and then sharing them with the world.
However from a realistic perspective, that doesn’t seem probable. Will I really be able to provide for my (future) wife and children and live on a cottage by the sea listening to the rolling waves lulling creativity into my tranquil mind? Or will life knock me down with each rejected piece of writing, while publishers wait for me to produce something that will get my foot in the door in the writing industry. I have no idea. What I do know is that at this moment, being a prolific writer seems as plausible as deep sea diving in a public pool.
One of my biggest struggles in writing is procrastination. Why do today what you can do tomorrow kind of mentality, which results in late nights, attempting to churn out creativity from a fatigued mind running on coffee and pressure. And the thing is- I like it.
Quite recently I applied for and was “employed” as a Game Reviewer and News Editor for My Xbox Live (http://myxboxlive.com) and even as I read the requirements for what would be expected of me, the enormity of the responsibility sunk in heavily; I felt overwhelmed. Nonetheless, I accepted the position, knowing that every kind of writing I do and exposure I can get will help me along the path towards being a better writer.
And so I write.