Writing & My Future

There has never been a time in my life where I didn’t create. As a child, I chose baby dolls, dress-up clothes, and stuffed animals rather than puzzles. Why? Because I needed to create freely. I needed to express myself and pour out the constant river of ideas that flowed through my mind. When I was three, I started making picture stories. In kindergarten, I began adding words to my drawings. As I gained better vocabulary and language control, the pictures and the words began to separate into two different hobbies: cartooning and writing.

As much as I love the cartooning aspect of expression, I gravitate more towards writing. This became evident around third grade. Certain issues arose that evoked intense emotions in me. Writing provided consolation; it was my friend and my escape. As I progressed through the next few years, my inner life became much more complex. Writing grew with me, serving as a constant rock encircled by tumultuous waves of change. I fed off of it. During recess, I sat by myself on the swings and scribbled my ideas onto sheets upon sheets of loose leaf. In middle school, I constantly wrote on the backs of my school assignments, on my hands and arms, and even on bathroom walls. I wrote when I wasn’t supposed to. It satisfied me.

Because of all this, I’ve come to realize that writing is not one of my wants–it is a need. No matter how awful or hasty it is, I have to do it. It’s a carnal instinct at this point. I’ve been wondering if I should do it for a living. This is not the first time I’ve seriously considered it, and it won’t be the last. I’m sixteen, and half of high school is behind me already. I’m being bombarded by college mail. I can legally drive a car with my learner’s permit (terribly, but it’s driving nonetheless). I go out places alone and with friends, without needing parents around all the time. I’m getting older. The notebook of life is perfectly in front of me, and I’m ready to write in it, both literally and metaphorically. What I need is opportunity. Because I’m more mature and articulate, there should be more options for me. Do I find a place as a feature blogger somewhere? Do I sell my work? Do I start pushing for publicity? I’m ready to start making a name for myself. I just don’t know where or how to begin.


One thought on “Writing & My Future

  1. My advice about the future would be this: You have a gift for writing. One very well developed, you can write in such a way to capture the imagination. But opportunities do not come to anyone just because they have a gift or because they are mature. And not to be negative but maturity doesn’t magically come with age. The difference is choice. “Because I’m more mature and articulate, there should be more options for me” this doesn’t exist. So you have built a following, that means you can make connections. In order to make a living on writing, you need not only to be really good, but have the right people see your material. The music world, the art world the writing world… they are not easy paths. So I would say to you research what careers there are that involve writing, and which ones call to you. Public Affairs is a great opening for writing, there are lots of jobs and such, but personally I detest it. Creative writing is the hardest writing medium to make money in. But don’t be discouraged! This is America! Where dreams grow on trees and taxes rain from the skies! And here’s an idea: because money is a thing, even if you are having trouble making money from writing, you can make money else where while you build up your writing work.
    Just some ideas from The Salty Prophet, good luck out there!

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