Time to get Serious
There is no doubt in my mind that the key to happiness in my career is to become a professional writer. When it comes down to it, writing is the fruit that ripens my everlasting soul into engaging in this existence on a day to day basis. It is the lover that I keep hidden in the shadows. It is the passion that explodes through the walls of my mind. Writing is my freedom.
I have always feared that if I decided to write as a career that it would turn into slavery. Deadlines would loom where I would inevitably not know what my next word will be. I won't have the space and time necessary to engage in thought provoking verse and succumb to the hypocritical foe that I so desperately tried to avoid. Then there is the critics. Oh, the lovely professionals and fools who get off on telling me how horrible of a writer I am. However for every thousand morons, there is one gem who sends me enlightenment and helps me master my craft.
This is the beauty and the curse of my intimate lover. Therefore, I must give in to the temptation and become indefinitely, what I am meant to be...a writer.
Farewell accounting, you sucked like nothing else in the world! Au revoir stock picking! It was fun while it lasted. Ado uncertainty and confusion. You can give someone else hell! For I will give my best to do the Lord's will and if he bestowed me with the passion for writing, then I must bow my head and humbly say,
"Let your will be done, oh Lord."
I have always feared that if I decided to write as a career that it would turn into slavery. Deadlines would loom where I would inevitably not know what my next word will be. I won't have the space and time necessary to engage in thought provoking verse and succumb to the hypocritical foe that I so desperately tried to avoid. Then there is the critics. Oh, the lovely professionals and fools who get off on telling me how horrible of a writer I am. However for every thousand morons, there is one gem who sends me enlightenment and helps me master my craft.
This is the beauty and the curse of my intimate lover. Therefore, I must give in to the temptation and become indefinitely, what I am meant to be...a writer.
Farewell accounting, you sucked like nothing else in the world! Au revoir stock picking! It was fun while it lasted. Ado uncertainty and confusion. You can give someone else hell! For I will give my best to do the Lord's will and if he bestowed me with the passion for writing, then I must bow my head and humbly say,
"Let your will be done, oh Lord."
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