I’ve been pushing myself to keep writing. I love to write, but the problem is, I love it better when people read what I write. To me, being read, is better than winning the lottery. Wait, I’ve never won the lottery, scratch that. It’s better than sex. Now wait just a minute, I don’t know if its that good. Let’s go this far, it plays a close second. I love being read. I love feedback or better yet, I like feedback, but I live for, truly constructive feedback. I want to be a writer. Some tell me that I’m not bad, some say good and others that are a bit biased, say I’m great. I want to be good, I want to be published. It’s good to want so don’t mess with me. It’s what keeps me going. Let me water it down a bit, I would really love to be published, read and recognized for my writing. Will I ever get there? I honestly don’t know. But I can tell you this much, I will never give up!
