I am very proud of all that I have accomplished but I am human and I also have things that I regret. My career choice has never really been something that I regret. I love what I do, from journalism to weightlifting to loss prevention to cosmetology. I love doing it all but is it truly what I want to do. If money played no part in the matter and there was nothing really holding me back but myself; what would I be doing?
In my heart I know it would be writing. But now a days you cant just be a writer. You cant sit down like Herman Melvile and just chank out book after book. You cant be Stephan King with a demented mind and a quick witted tounge. Besides J.K. Rowling I dont know of a writer that has seriously hit it big by just sitting down to write without some kind of masters degree or some other bullshit in. Its all about who you know, what your status symbol is, and if you have the most fucked up story. I am not so vein that I would think that I am even remotely as fucked up as some other people out there who have actually had hard and fucked up lives. I know that I have been privileged and I am thankful for that.
Never the less I have decided to challenge myself to write a book. I havent decided yet if it will be fully about my life yet or if I will make it nonfiction but I will have my book written with in 2013 and somehow published by 2015.
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