Be True

I write. That's who I am and what I love. I embellish facts, twist truths and spin tales out of fairy dust and air.

All my young life I heard that I couldn't make a living off writing. People like J K Rowling are once in a lifetime authors, and I could never be like her. People I trust, people I love cautioned me against making a career out of what I love, so I never tried.

When I met my husband, he encouraged me to write. I didn't have to hide it like some dirty little secret tucked away under the guise of Notes #1023, a secret code I used to hide my work.

I feel stunted in my work, though. Like a flower that never gets any sunlight. I'm afraid my family and friends were right. That I'm not good enough. That I could never be good enough.
Still, I slog on. Tirelessly typing through writer's block and pointless plot points.

I write. That is what I do. Because if I didn't write, I wouldn't be me.
Veriduin Veriduin
22-25, F
Jan 17, 2013