I’ve never given much thought to dealing in the art of the written word. Heck, I’ve never been gifted enough, or even committed enough, to want to pursue it. To want to write, one would need the time, the energy, and the ideas; none of which I had. I admit that I am a gifted speller, having been in a few spelling bees when I was younger, and the go-to person whenever someone wants to know the correct spelling of a word. Words fascinate me. That’s probably why I’ve always been an avid reader.
Just like I mentioned in my “About Me” page, I have read the whole Harry Potter series at least 20 times through. I remember when the fourth book, The Goblet of Fire, came out. I sat on the couch for 10 hours straight; I burned the midnight oil just to finish it. I was so engrossed in it I didn’t even get up to use the bathroom, eat a meal, or even get a glass of water. I almost had that same experience when I read Brian Jacques’ Redwall series; I couldn’t put down Taggerung and Salamandastron. The vast array of characters (all animals), the unique way they spoke, and that good always prevailed over evil. Maybe someday I’ll be able to write like he did.
Then again, I could always stick to blogging and/or content writing. I feel like something deep inside me is telling me to give it a shot. What’s the harm, right? It’s not like I’m being graded on it like in my many years of schooling. I’ve been realizing that what’s holding me back is the ingrained notion of mediocrity, due to all the half-decent essays I’ve completed in my lifetime. Well, I think it’s about time to distance myself from my former high school/college self.
It’s time to reinvent Taylor Reetz.
To be continued…
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