No matter how much I try to ignore it. How far away I push it. How many denials I pour on top of it. How much criticism I give it. I can’t run away from the facts.
I am a writer.
I’ve tried other things- singer, dancer, lifeguard, aid worker…
But it always comes back to this.
That’s why I feel guilty when my unfinished manuscript goes unchanged for months, or when I watch endless TV shows instead of getting down to business. I can’t ignore my calling. I can’t let myself waste my talent. No matter where I go, the words haunt me, calling me back to the page to continue what my life is supposed to be about.