I’m a writer. Right?

It has dawned on me recently that I can really call myself a writer.

Before, writing seemed like something that only real writers did. The writers who wrote every day and had things published and had fancy agents and knew other authors and talked about literature over coffee every day.

I am a lot of things. I’m a dancer, musician, reader, observer, friend, sister and daughter. I’m a mystery to those who don’t take the time to really know me, and I like it that way. 

But a shiny stigma always shone around the term writer and in my mind I never quite fit. I’ve never published anything and I don’t exactly make a living off my writing.

However — I love writing. I’ve been writing at least a little every day at work, and it’s not my subject of choice, but it’s practice. And NaNoWriMo is my favorite part of the year. I think I get more excited for NaNo than I even do for Christmas! This coming year will be my sixth year and it cannot come soon enough. If I can work with the amazing NaNo team someday, it will be my dream job.

I’ve written 250,000 words, at the bare minimum, in the last five years. So what if I haven’t been published yet? So what if almost no one has seen my writing? So what if I think half the things I write are absolute crap?

I write and I love writing. Therefore, I’m a writer. 

So there.

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I wanted to be a librarian.

What do you want to be when you grow up?

When little kids are asked this question, they always say something outlandish like “cowboy” or “president” or “astronaut”. Little kids and their imaginations, right? I wish it was easier to hang on to that easy flexibility of the mind.

When I was in kindergarten, I wanted to be a librarian.

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At least I was being practical?

Don’t get me wrong, librarians are the bomb — you’d just think I could be a little more imaginative.

(Of course, this wasn’t the only thing I wanted to be as a kid — I wanted to be a princess and a wildlife protector and a photographer and…)

But yes, I wanted to be a librarian, and some part of me still wants to be one. You get to be surrounded by books, and people who love books, all day long!

Librarians get stereotyped, but I like to think they’re some of the hippest people around. Intelligent, well-dressed, friendly; let’s face it, librarians are pretty sexy 😉

And, if your name is Marian, you get to dance and sing to your own song!

Are you a librarian? Was my kindergarten self correct in that it’s, like, the best job ever?

I’m Back!

Hello, blog world!

So, I’ll admit it’s been a while. Like, months. And that’s like infinity in blog years.

But I want to be able to have my own outlet for creativity where I talk about things that I love.

Plus the amount of books I’ve read this year is just pathetic. Usually by this time of year I’ve read at least 20 books since January, and right now, according to my Goodreads account, I’ve read six. Just SIX? What kind of sad little life am I leading?!

I’m going to revive my reading habit by starting up book reviews again. That should at least keep me accountable for reading more.

I’m about 100 pages from the end of Game of Thrones Book 1 (yes, I know GoT is all over the place right now, but whatever), and when I’m finished I’ll post a review. I hope you’ll tune in.