A Creative’s Lifestyle Choices
I See a White Reflection (Part 1)
A status report on my writing life
Okay, let’s start this off with a bang, shall we? What I’m about to say is something that —
*BANG!!*
— who shot a gun in my room?!
Er… anyway, sorry about that joke, guys, it sort of just wrote itself. Now, where was I?
Oh, right, about what I have to say. It’s important that you all read what I have to say here in this post. Are you ready?
So, I’d been working on writing for several years now, ever since I was barely old enough to get into Preschool… okay, that’s an exaggeration, but it gets the point across. How old would that make me, then? I’m almost 31 as of October 22nd of this year, so there’s something.
The writing life I’ve lived ever since my youth was immense, and I did not know how formative it’d be for me. What I mean is, that writing is the one thing I have been doing for quite a long time, almost non-stop with my life. However, what my writing time had given me to this point was not a means to finish what I’ve blinking started.
It’s like someone diagnosed me with ADHD, or Attention Deficit — Oh, Shiny!
