9:23pm on Sunday Night
Tomorrow morning, I go back to my “day job.” Has anyone ever told you, “Don’t quit your day job?” Most likely, it’s because you’re not seriously considering a change in careers. What if you were? What if you were thinking about quitting your “day job” to become that whatever you’ve always wanted to be. Would they tell you you’re crazy? Maybe they would. But you probably know already if you have the talent to do it. If you want to to replace the daily grind with a daily experience that never ends, what’s stopping you?
What’s stopping me? I believe in my skills as a writer. I believe in my ability to write interesting thoughts. I believe I could take the simplest of concepts or thoughts, and turn it into an essay. You name the topic, and you name the length. As a matter of fact, I think I’ll try…
Here’s the thing - I’ve wanted to be a writer for a long time. I’ve wanted to write about stuff I always assumed nobody cares about. Now, it seems more and more that I just need to write. Who cares if others care? Well, it would be nice to make a living from my writing but even if I don’t, to write is a blessing. It soothes me. It’s something that this country’s Freedom of Speech allows me to do about any topic that I choose. I can take any position, “right” or “wrong” and ellaborate to my heart’s content. I can piss people off if I want to. I can praise stupid people, or chastise geniouses (see from my spelling, I’m not a genious).
I always think about Field of Dreams - “Build it and they will come…” I need to “Write it and they will come.” Tiresome are the excuses about how hard it is to get started, how much time it takes away from other things in life, or how much money it costs to do that which should be free. I’m finished with excuses. If I never sell a dime’s worth of writing, I’ll at least do what I love to do.
I called it “Chronicles of a Confined Writer” but perhaps it’s not a matter of being confined. Being “confused” is more like it. It doesn’t take a website, a PC, the internet, or a typewriter to be a writer. It takes desire, and the will to beat failure. If I write, I’m successful at writing. Is this a big, long story about nothing? No, it’s me getting motivated.
Now, on to writing 100 words about my drive home from Moe’s, the burrito restaurant.