I was looking through Reader and found a very interesting article by Paul Jun. Apparently one cannot describe oneself in simple terms, or one runs the risk of being boxed in, mis-labeled, apathetic, single-minded, or just in a really bad place, a bad place one has put oneself without even trying. In other words, one can call oneself a writer, but is that it? What does that even mean? So in an attempt to free myself of the limitations I put on myself, I’m going to answer a few of the questions presented in the article, and if I’ve been paying attention, will not try to box myself in or seem negative about myself. Here’s to changing my story.
What do I do? I’m a writer of stories that run the gamut from archaic fiction to futuristic places, from happy times to absolute horror, from children’s lit to adult fantasies, all in an attempt to entertain you, the reader.
Who am I? I’m Mr. Cliff, a photographer and ever-hopeful writer. I’m old enough to have seen, well, maybe not all, but enough to know the difference. I don’t know if that helps, but I do know that there are many ways to approach a problem. This is the wisdom I use to craft my stories.
My goal is to create a novel that will outlive me. But before I get there I have a long path to follow. It’s painful at times, but it’s worth it. Anything that’s worth it comes after sacrifice, so I will do just that. I was about to write “Should I succeed…”, but have decided to write I will succeed, and I will have attained what I want most, a sense of accomplishment.
That’s it, and boy was that hard. It’s easy to call oneself a writer, but actually doing it is a draining affair. It’s a good drain though, like a runner completing a marathon. I have a new story coming up so stay tuned, and wish me Good Luck!
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