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I’ve often read about authors who had never dreamt about anything else, who can’t remember ever wanting to be anything else. But that’s not me. Not quite.
In elementary school, I had all sorts of occupational dreams. I wanted to be a doctor until I realized I’m squeamish after all, I dreamt of being a movie star until I learned the meaning of stage fright, and I told my friends and family that I wanted to be a missionary until my interest drifted elsewhere.
I had several elementary school teachers tell me I should be a writer, but the idea didn’t really resonate with me until I was neck-deep in the first draft of my first book. But by then, it wasn’t really a question, it wasn’t hey, maybe I should be a writer, it was more of a realization that I loved what I was doing and I didn’t want to stop.
So I didn’t stop. And I won’t.
What about you? When did you know you wanted to be a writer?
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