Writing

No one ever said that chasing your dreams was easy. Maybe if it were, it wouldn't be so fun.

I was introduced by my lovely neighbor today as an avid writer/reader who had traded in her scalpel for a pencil. Wow, did my creative writing professor have a field day with that one.

"So, you will have funding coming from independent sources in order to support you in your writing?"

"No."

"Do you expect to make money as a writer?"

"No. Well, at least not at first."

"Good. I like optimistic people."

Thus begins my career. I don't mind, because I'm the kind of person where that kind of fuel just feeds the fire. Tell me I can't do it more. Tell me. Great. Tell me I'm crazy. Ridiculous. Even better.

Our first assignment is to write four poems. While walking home I already had like a billion ideas running through my head, so I'll begin sharing some of those poems as I finish them.

It's going to be a great semester.