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Thursday, February 21, 2013

I ask myself, am I the singer from American Idol that just can't sing? You know the ones, the ones that think they are sooooo good, but when they open their mouths crap comes out. They have no idea they can't sing. They are shocked when Randy tells them how pathetic they are. They actually thought they were the best singer in the world. Every viewer and the judges knew otherwise. Am I the terrible singer, and are the literary agents Randy?

Questions I asked of me when I first began my journey August 28, 2007
"Can I not write?"
"If you truly love what you do"
"Can you walk away?"
"I have to write."

My answers in 2007
"No, I don't need to write."
"Yes, I do love what I do"
"Yes I can walk away, in a heartbeat"
"I do not now, nor will I ever need to write"

Years of living in oblivion and invisibility has its advantages, it defined who and what I am.
I was not born to write. My childhood set me on the path to writing. My life led me down that path. I have not been able to leave that path, no matter how hard I have tried.

My journey down that path began August 28, 2007, when I faced the only outcome my childhood would allow. I sarted chasing new rainbows became a writer. Yes me, a writer, forged with years of failure, success, good times and bad.

I had no choice. I had to write. It is what my childhood chose for me.

Writing is not a job. It's not a hobby. It's a drive, a journey. It's something within us that needs to be released.
My answers now

I can't give up. I need to write, I love writing, and I can never walk away from writing.
I am not the person that can't sing on American Idol.

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