And guess what, my teacher didn’t pick me.
I still hate her.
And no, I’m not kidding. Well, ok — maybe I don’t hate her but I wouldn’t give her a hug if I saw her on the street. I mean, if you saw a kid who’d written pages and PAGES for their entry and other kids wrote a couple, wouldn’t you pick the kid who had an obvious interest in writing?
Is anyone sensing my bitterness? I’m like a lemon. Sheesh!
Anyway, most of the rest of life was set to write papers. Nursing school wasn’t a fan of how I wrote papers. It was too informal. They wanted it more formal. I’m just not a formal writer, can you tell?
When I graduated from nursing school they asked what our ambition to be was… mine was to be a writer on ER. I probably would have saved that show. What a shame they didn’t take me. Everyone else wanted to be a manger of a unit or a nurse practitioner. I’m sure they were just so proud of me.
I always wanted to BE a writer, but I knew money wasn’t in that. I also have no clue what to write about. So THIS was the happiest of all places. I could write about what I knew in a non-formal way and people could write back with comments.
THAT was and still IS a happy thing. I love having my viewpoint known. I love sharing about my life, my family, my religion, my school all of those things.
It’s just something I like.
Are you still thinking about why you like to blog? Are you a closet writer? Should I get a book deal? Should I nap more?