Wednesday, January 12, 2011
The Dreaded Question
I'm dreading the day when someone says, "Have you wanted to be a writer all your life?" The truthful answer is, "No." And in fact, it's even sadder than that. It never even occured to me that there was such a thing as a writer. How in the world is that possible? Maybe it's because I knew what I wanted to be from the time I was six-years old. True story.
In first grade, I knew I wanted to be a teacher. So, maybe that closed my little mind to the possibility of anything else. I don't know. I liked reading as a little girl. I have many memories of reading. I remember being frustrated if my mom filled in an unknown word for me right before I was about to get it myself. I remember loving to do reading worksheets. OK...that one had something to do with the candy my teacher taped on each paper. But still.
Becoming a writer was never on my radar. Until years later.