A Seat At The Writing Table

I have been writing creatively for years and to be considered an accomplished writer has been a lifelong quest of mine. I’ve never once considered myself a “writer” because my work has never been professionally published (in the traditional sense). I’ve always considered myself as someone who just likes to write. Whenever I am asked the typical questions (in any given situation) such as:

  • What do you like to do in your spare time?
  • What do you like to do for fun?
  • What is the one thing you could see yourself doing for the rest of your life?
  • My answer is always…write, writing and write some more.

    My dating profile would read:

    “I like long walks thinking about what to write next, visiting coffee shops with my laptop, and listening to music I can write to for hours at a time.”

    Ask anyone that knows me and they would be able to tell you exactly what I’m rescuing first if my house ever went up in flames.

    Writing has been my savior in many situations…

    My first stageplay / screenplay (because I didn’t know the difference between the two at the time) was for an English class when I was 14 years-old called “Double-crossed”. I couldn’t tell you what the assignment was about that caused me to write it nor could I tell you the plot of the story I wrote, but it was the first piece I had written that was read by someone other than myself. My English teacher, Mr. Roberts, told me I had a future in writing but I didn’t take it too seriously. I was a theater kid at the time who just wanted to act and eventually direct my own movies; writing was just something I liked to do and I just so happened to be good at.

    I didn’t have the passion that I have now to become a writer (or even consider myself a writer) until I was around 21 or 22 years old and a screenplay I had written entitled “Losing the Light of Reason” (BTG segment coming soon) had gotten me a modicum of recognition (and my acting goals I had set for myself started to become unattainable). That is truly when the passion and the unwavering love of writing started for me (considering myself a real writer is still up in the air though).

    We may fight at times
    We may argue or bicker
    We may not even speak for periods at a time

    …but my love — my passion for writing will never ever cease. All I want is a seat at the table…nothing more, nothing less.