As you may have noticed, my last blog post was ten days ago. This is a significant amount of time in the digital world, since all you need to do to publish a post is write and then click. But I was in a slump, which consequently turned into panic since I have my capping mid-semester pitch presentation on Monday and, until now, had no recent posts. It's not as if I haven't been writing pieces for Monica's Creative Juices, it's just that lately everything has either seemed too boring to post or has petered out and remains unfinished. Luckily, I forced myself to hold off on a freak out, and eventually I wrote the essay Inspiration, which I posted earlier today. Phew! The creative juices are flowing once more.
During this writing plateau of mine, I began to wonder if I am really cut out for writing. Yes, I enjoy it, but there are hundreds of things that people enjoy and don't make a career out of. I began to doubt myself as a writer and wondered if I was doing the right thing in my life. The thing that kept me from going through a crisis was remembering how loyal I have been to writing throughout my whole life. Hobbies and interests come and go, but as long as I can remember I have always had a yearning (incredibly cheesy word, what that's what it is) to write. When I was a little girl, I used to write stories and silly poems and dreamt of writing a book one day. In middle school and high school I attempted to do so two separate times, but I didn't have the chops or the patience, and probably not the talent. Now I'm a senior in college, majoring in journalism and using up all my elective credits with English classes, with a blog and an online portfolio.
I had only three other fairly major interests growing up: dance (I took ballet, jazz, modern, and tap, and was terrible), tennis (never made the team but played all the time with my family and took lessons), and music (flute, bassoon, marching and pep band, chorus, a cappella, jazz singer, gospel choir, six musicals, and a vocal music minor). Dance and tennis faded out and I never really saw myself making a career out of them. Music I was a little more serious about, but I knew I didn't have enough talent to be on Broadway or get a record deal. But writing...though I am not the best writer, it is amazing to look back on things I have written in the past and be proud of how far I've come. Writing has always been consistent in my life and has always given me the most satisfaction; it has made me the happiest and the most disappointed.
When it comes down to it, I know that I am a writer. I may not end up as a published novelist or a prominent journalist, but I will always write in some capacity. Writing is my best friend, and although inspiration sometimes has a hard time finding me, I know that it'll find me again. Because I am a writer.