When I was a child, I dreamed of becoming two things:
- A veterinarian
- A writer
I guess when I was very small, I used to watch James Herriot’s show All Creatures Great and Small and told my parents that this is what I wanted to do with my life. As I grew older, I also joined the legion of writers and became lost as to how to divide my time between the two.
Here’s how I would do it:
I would spend six months at my veterinarian practice and six months at my writing craft. I would have a house on the east coast somewhere and a house somewhere in the Rockies. I couldn’t decide where I wanted to set up my vet practice, most of the time it was at my East coast house. I would spend those six months taking care of animals there on the East coast, and then in the other six months, I’d spend the time in my Rocky Mountain home writing books and being famous.
I’m not sure when this dream started to decompose.
Maybe it was around 8th or 9th grade. This was when science started to include math, after all and I wasn’t into math.
Or maybe it just faded over time as most childhood dreams do, it seems.
I clung to my writing for a while though. Throughout high school I wrote fan fiction. I wrote poetry. I just wrote.
But that, too faded. Then in college, I took a creative writing class. Or two or three. And I got back into it for a while. But then it went back into casual observance once again.
And then I discovered blogging and here I am. Writing again. And I’ve been writing poetry on the side. It’s funny how life goes in cycles, no?
Maybe one day I’ll start writing short stories and maybe even a novel again. But I have to work up to that point. If you don’t have the time to read, you don’t have the time or the tools to write. That’s what Stephen King said. Something to that effect. What else is new, though?
I’ll have resurrect something from my dreams because I don’t want them all to die like so many others’ have done.
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