I never wanted to be a writer. An actress, a film director, a forensic scientist and even, as a four-year-old, a check-out chick - yes. Writer, no.
I'm not a talker. The link between my brain and my mouth is broken. I find it hard to get what's in my brain to my tongue, but my thoughts flow from my fingers with ease. Still, I'm not a writer. I didn't want to create epic tales or write history-changing articles.
At school, I was never particularly studious, but I could knock over an essay pretty quickly and easily. At uni I wrote a 3000 word history essay two hours before it was due.I hadn't been to a lecture all year (they were always late in the afternoon) and somehow managed to pass.
I wrote letters to friends all the time, even if I'd just spoken to them on the phone. Even if I was going to see them the next day. I don't remember what I wrote, just ramblings mainly. Even now I'll write out an email or note if I want to get my point across. Friends overseas, who always received my letters, said I should do journalism, so, with nothing else to do, I did.
Even when I was a paid employee of a magazine, which I was for 10 years, I never thought of myself as a writer even when I was writing. I never wanted to pen the cover stories or be the feature writer.
I never had romantic dreams of being an author or seeing my byline in a top publication. All I had were these words running through my head. Tumbling around and down and over. An internal dialogue that never shut up.
When I travelled I sent emails home and a friend told me I should write a book. "Of my mundane travels? I don't think so."
One day, I saw someone on Facebook with a blog. I checked it out and thought hmmmm. Then another day shortly after, I got the courage and started a blog.
The words in my head tumbled out. All those words in my head had finally found a home. It turns out that I may not be a writer but I'm certainly a blogger.
What sets me apart from other bloggers? Well, probably nothing, except here on this blog are MY words.
Words that I didn't know were precious to me until I saw the cursor move furiously across the screen. Words that have enriched my life beyond belief. Words that have given me strength, joy and a new depth. Words that I'll keep writing even when no-one is reading. Words that are simply mine.
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