Wednesday, May 16

This. This is Why.

I may not have my career path chosen. I may not know exactly what I want my job title to be. I may not have a solid plan for my future. But I know I want to write. And though that answer is not sufficient enough for curious relatives around the dinner table, it will have to do, because I found this.

A Tangent About Being A Writer

And This. This is why I write. For all the reasons listed in the lovely Marissa's Blog post. Because I have to. Because even though the majority of what I write consists of grammar-less ramblings on my blog and mind numbingly boring essays for class, when I sit down and write, just actually write and create something that makes me feel so vulnerable and so alive, it's all I could ever imagine doing.