All I wanted to be was a writer. Okay, that’s not true.
I’ve wanted to be a firefighter, a police officer, a singer, a lawyer and a writer. Not necessarily in that order, but you get the gist.
I have been writing since I could pick up a crayon and put it to wall (yeah, my mom loved that one). I have memories of writing “movies” – drawing pictures with subtitles and shining a flashlight on them – don’t judge. I was adorable.
I was writing short stories with dialogue in middle school while others where still trying to figure out how to do the daily language skill activities on the chalk board. Basically, I have been writing.
So if I have been writing forever, why do I feel I suck at it? And how do I make myself feel better so I have the confidence to put myself out there more.