I grew up wanting to be a writer. Out of the many things that I dabbled in before (I remember thinking of myself as an unfortunate dilettante), I used to circle most around writing. I was obsessed with blogs, delivered to me through Google Reader subscriptions painstakingly curated over the years in middle and high school. I wrote short film scripts, poorly paced and overly specific novellas, and a link-blog styled after Daring Fireball that I spent a summer between 8th and 9th grade working on.
Nice piece. Can relate to the lack of self. It’s difficult because the world also tells us who we are and tends to only reinforce the productive and financially viable aspects of who we are. The things we care about most typically aren’t rewarded in the same way.
Nice piece. Can relate to the lack of self. It’s difficult because the world also tells us who we are and tends to only reinforce the productive and financially viable aspects of who we are. The things we care about most typically aren’t rewarded in the same way.