i want to be a writer...

and when i finally figure that out, i begin to have doubts.

what have i done with my life?

have i got experiences that can be spun into tales to be printed with ink on paper for millions and even billions to see?

can i put emotions clearly through the use of words other my very expressive facial muscles?

and after going through some of those doubts i had, i decided those doubts were irrelevant. if this is what i really want to do, no doubts should have the ability to waive my determination to fulfill that dream of becoming a writer.

thats it. I ended a very simple argument with myself.




i want to be a writer.