I have wanted to be a writer for the last several (seven or eight) years. By nature I procrastinate a lot, so this dream was rarely ever brought into fruition. For a brief time when I was like thirteen or so I started working on various projects. Calling them “projects” is being nice. They were all intended to be full length novels but I never surpassed twenty pages before I flaked out of them. Plus they were so unbelievably shitty that I am still ashamed to acknowledge their existence. It’s okay because the PC I wrote them on broke down and was taken to the dump, so those shameful fragments are lost forever.
For the next several years the only writing I did was for school. Mostly just essays, books reports, and later on college research papers. In my last quarter at my junior college I took a creative writing class. It was one of the most fulfilling classes I taken to date and it was their that I realized that writing was both something that I really enjoyed and was very good at. All of the stories I wrote were very popular with my classmates, many even told me that my work was their favorite. So I decided that I writing is the career I should pursue. I realized that I blog would be a good way to hone my skills and build an audience, so I launched this blog shortly before the quarter ended.
Unlike many naïve amateurs, I am fully aware that there is a high probability that writing as a successful career will not be a reality for me. I have a B.A. in History from Saint Martin’s University and I am currently working an M.S. in Journalism at the University of Oregon. Originally my plan was to apply for University of Washington’s history grad program, but I decided I wanted to do journalism instead. My interest in journalism when I got I job as a staff writer for the Bell Tower, SMU’s student newspaper. I thoroughly enjoyed that job, so I decided I wanted to become a journalist.