I think that’s me. I’ve tried fitting in, being normal, acting like everyone else. But somehow, it just never worked out. So, I stopped. I was born and raised in the DEEP South and it shows in just about everything I do. I still like sitting out on a covered porch with friends and family only to while away the afternoon and evening with good conversation and company. I don’t do Pokemon anything and there are few things on the idiot box that excite me enough to be worth my time.
I’ve spent years in college and at University studying and learning from some of the most highly-educated people in the world. I still feel like I have so much more to learn than I ever could in one lifetime. But at least I’ve gone out into the world, traveled all over, and lived. Boy, have I done that! Each time I took on a new position in a new industry, I learned as much as I could. I majored in Foreign Languages and Neuroscience, but I’ve worked in many different industries. But each time I ended up realizing it’s not what I was meant to do for the rest of my life and I moved on. That was my life up until the summer of 2010.
Up to that point, as I mentioned before, I had been going from one job to another, jumping from profession to profession and never finding anything that really caught my fancy enough to make me want to stay. I was also writing book after book during that time. Now that I think about it, I realize that might just have been preparation for when I really had a story to tell. Huh.
Toward the end of summer in 2010, I had a dream. Literally. I woke up from it and immediately knew I had to write what I had been shown. Crazy, huh? Not long after that, I had several books written and the rest of the full story mapped out. Sure, my life had completely changed by that point and I’d almost died from a strange genetic condition. I’m also still working to get just the first book of the story published. But once I’d seen what was shown in the dream, I couldn’t exactly UNsee it. So I wrote and am still writing. And I’m not going to stop in my quest to get the books published. I can’t. It’s become a permanent part of my life. I guess that’s why I identify myself as a writer. And that’s me… in a nutshell.
If this sounds familiar, you might just be a writer, too.