To start, I have always loved reading stories, immersing myself in worlds that were shards of other peoples minds/souls. It always felt like a guided tour through some piece of the writer.

Recently, two things happened that made me think it might be worth the time and effort to nurture that love of reading into a passion for creating and writing. The first of two things was honestly the most bittersweet and heartfelt rejection I’ve ever gotten where someone said my words and manner of expressing my thoughts was “flowery and inspiring” and… I like making people feel nice, so I took that to heart. The second thing would… honestly just be best described as one of my closest and oldest friends, a writer, saying and doing some unforgivable things.

I want to be better than them. I want to build myself up, but I don’t want to draw from a poisoned well to grow. I know this is hard work and takes a lot of time to get proper and good at it.

The love of the craft from a different angle is there, but is it sustainable to channel my spite and unrest towards a career path, or would that be in some manner disrespectful to the people who dedicate themselves wholeheartedly to what they love to do?