#pieceofk8

I've always wanted to write. When I was younger, it was always "I'm going to be an author." I had this vision in my mind of instant, easy fame and recognition. As I grew older, I never lost my obsession with finding the perfect way to phrase things, with searching for the right way to construct a sentence -- but I realized writing is not always easy, and being a paid author would be even less easy. I found myself going entire months without writing (except for school, of course) and having no interest whatsoever to do so. This sudden lack of enthusiasm for something I loved so dearly for so many years concerned me, but I let it go. 

Recently I started college at a small liberal arts school. Honestly, I expected it to be a lot harder. In high school I was crazy about my grades and, frankly, stressed myself out way more than necessary. I think that's why when I got to college, I was pleasantly surprised by the fact that I didn't really have to work that hard. Anyway, one of my classes is basically a writing class for which we write papers about once a week. I'm pretty embarrassed to admit that I completely enjoy this. Last week, my professor handed me back my most recent essay with a little note on the back: "Please go into writing as a career." I think the fact that a respected woman with a doctorate in writing had made such a comment was really the motivation for this part of my blog. I've decided not to give up on writing after all. I've come to realize I like writing about real things, real life, rather than made-up stories. I don't know, maybe I'm not creative enough, or maybe it's just that the true things in this world are more alluring. Either way, I'm glad to be back. And even if no one reads this, which I doubt anybody will, at least I'll be writing again. 

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