I have a confession. I’m 35 and I don’t know what I want to be when I grow up. I had so many dreams when I was a child – school teacher, author, veternarian, Olympic gymnast, zoo keeper, housewife… and the list goes on. I did get to be a zoo keeper for about a year and a half. It was fun; kind of like being a camp counselor though.
I’ve really enjoyed working with authors and writing my blog. I loved my time as marketing manager of a small publisher. And though I had elementary school thoughts of writing children’s books, it was never a serious career path consideration. Why? Because I don’t think I can write.
Growing up, writing was always my weakest skill. I was a straight A student through high school (I graduated 3rd in my class). However, I hated having to write because I knew I couldn’t do it right. My high school English classes almost made me hate reading because I knew an essay would follow. Heart of Darkness will ever be my most despised novel. My papers would be covered in red.
My first C in a class was for English 101 Honors in college. I was not the only one who struggled with the class. I remember one assignment when papers were handed back we all were told we wrote on the wrong topic. We all left that lecture totally confused.
It wasn’t until my Physiology course that I thought I might have a hint of writing talent. I wasn’t suppose to talk Physiology. I did all I could to stay away from any course involving human. I wanted to be an animal behaviorist. But because of a required class not being offered my last semester of school, I had to fill 1 biology course. It was either Physiology or histology. Seeing how I earned my second C in a course taught by the histology professor, I went with Physiology. It turned out that the college decided that each major should have a writing intensive course. And don’t you know it, Physiology became that course. Our lab reports were written as journal articles. To say the least, I was terrified.
However, for the first time ever, my writing was praised. Actually the praise was almost embarrassing. I decided I could do technical writing and started to think about graduate school.
Life decided to do its own thing and now I’m here. I’m amazed that there are people who read my blog. I’m stunned every time I submit a post to Athens Patch and it quickly approved by the editor with little or no changes. I’m shocked when people ask me to contribute to their blogs or other writing projects. I still hear all the negative comments. But after much encouragement, I’m attempting my first book. While working on it, I was hit with “I feel cheated”.
If I had received more encouragement, not been as sensitive or less risk adverse would I have chosen a different career path? I don’t know if I would have been an English major – I don’t care to do the critical analysis. Perhaps, though, I would have chosen a marketing or PR career path. It would definitely had been easier to change paths when I was in my 20s then it is now in my 30s.
So what is the point of this post? It wasn’t merely to vent. If you have always wanted to write a story – do it. If you have always wanted to review books – do it. If you wanted to work with authors – do it. There are so many options and opportunities available these days, you just have to embrace it. I’m willing to try… Are you?
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- Are you writing on par for your intended audience? (keystrokesandwordcounts.wordpress.com)
- #125. Writing! The Younger Years. (notsoniceadvice.com)
- How writing saved my life 20 years ago. (thebleedinginkwell.com)
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