I did it. I am a writer.

Hey. So, I have written a lot in my life. It has always been assigned to me. I have never written poetry on my own. I have never written a short story on my own. I have never done a journal entry on my own. (That is stupid.) I tried a few times, really I did. I liked the idea of being a writer. I liked the idea of creating poems and having people read them. I liked the idea of writing about something that hadn't happened and making it seem like it had...and that it was significant. I tried to start stuff a few times...but then I always ended up thinking...well, this is stupid and going to do vodka shots and play drinking games with my friends. #morefun

I am so thankful to the NVWP. Without the trip to WInchester where I was forced to be by myself for 25 minutes alone in front of the Civil War museum...after having journaled and journaled for what felt like forever for the last 3 weeks...I wouldn't have been able to actually write something for me. (That is what I feel all that transactional writing I have done through out the years has been...It is someone else's idea/assignment, so it isn't me. It is fake. Even the journaling seemed fake because I was just writing down the random thoughts in my head. It wasn't organized; it didn't mean anything to me.)

Because of the NVWP...I finally wrote something that meant something to me on a personal level. WOW! The silly little idea of "Wertle the Worm Wanted More" became so much to me. It means so much to me. I don't have to wait until the anthology comes out; I am a writer! I feel it now. I just finished putting the finishing touches on the story. It is a relief it is done. It is scary, too. I care what people think of it. I guess that is part of being a writer. Crap!