Writing is...

I had a dream that one of my posts here got published in a totally non-erotic publication. It wasn't an actual entry I've posted here, but it was some short story of some sexual encounter. I was so excited to read it, but disappointed that I couldn't take credit for it because it was under anonymity. What luck, right?

I've thought occasionally that my writing was decent. Mostly what I have going for me is that I enjoy it, and that's a big help I'm sure. I never did too well in most writing classes (except free-writing) but I've always kept journals and been obsessed with recording things. Of course lately I've fallen off the wagon a bit in keeping up with this blog and my other journal, but life happens.

In elementary school, 4th grade I think, I won an award for a story I wrote and illustrated. I went to a convention sort of thing with my mom and it was all about young writers and getting stickers and props for such a good job. The story was about a killer whale and eating cereal; I'm not sure what was so grand about it! But, hey. We got to write in blank hardcover books and it was always my favourite thing...

In middle school I wrote two drafts of a story on dragons. It took up two 3-subject notebooks (with illustrations) but I never finished it and never was satisfied...

But I'd never become a professional writer. A lot of bloggers wish to, but writing is never something I would feel comfortable making money at. Funny, because I am going into a creative field.

Anyway, it would be pretty cool if I greased this thing up and did more with the blog. Some day, in my free time...