No, I won’t start singing the song from Tangled. But, I will mention how my mother seems to be right.
I love to read. I love watching movies and involving myself in them, trying to figure out their plot points before I see them on screen. My mom and other people have mentioned my skill writing, following, and sometimes correcting works of literature. My mother keeps mentioning how I should start submitting my works to various organizations and pursue a career in writing–which is probably an odd thing for some writers to read. She knows I enjoy it, and she knows I can do it.
I think I can do it, too; however, I have been hesitant to pursue it because I wasn’t sure if I really wanted to do it. I’m still not sure. Also, it’s a bit off-putting when you think of how many thousands or millions of people in the world are trying to make a living as writers. I try not to think about it, but it has been a negative mark in the past. My other concern is I don’t want to give up anything, such as a career in music or on stage in other ways, to write–at least, not before I try them. Tonight, I attended my first acting class. It made me realize how much I love writing: manipulating the characters, creating backstory, editing gobs of information to reveal a seamless narrative. I really enjoyed acting, too, but, now, I can see how pursuing multiple avenues might lead to a better foundation for everything.
Either way, right now I need to work on my thesis, whose epic tale will occupy another post or ten.