I have always enjoyed writing. In high school (yes, that long ago) I attempted to write a novel. I think it got up to over 200 pages, but never was finished or submitted for publishing. I don't even know what happened to all of those pages I typed out on the word processor.
After that attempt, I guess life took over and I became more a connoisseur of novels than a writer of them. Actually, I have lost my ability to twist language where it would draw others in, like I used to be able to do. I am going to work at getting it back. Who knows, one day I may again attempt a novel. Right now, this blog is as close as it will get.
Did you ever have dreams of being a writer? If not a writer, what were you dreams of? Did you give them up or just postpone them? Were you one of the ones who pursued and achieved your dreams? Or were you like me, and your dreams changed?
I did not give up on my dream of being a writer, it just became less important to me. With the demands of being a wife, a mother, a teacher, a college student, a health care provider, etc., it just fell by the way side. I wouldn't exactly even call it a dream anymore. I would more say I would love it as a hobby, and if it ever turned into anything more, then great.