I am a writer wanna be.
The proper thing to say is that I am a writer – but I’m still a wanna be.
For the majority of my adult life, I have thought of myself as a gardener, a homeschooler, a homesteader, and the list goes on. I piddle at these things, but I’ve never excelled. If my family had been dependent on my homesteading skills, we would have starved decades ago.
For the last few years, I have tried to keep up with the idea of homesteading. Most days I force myself to go through the motions. Not all days, though. Some days I love it. I will always love it. But it no longer drives me. Others are better. I cannot let myself believe I am an expert gardener/homesteader. I care, but not enough. Not enough…
So if all the former definers of my life no longer fit, what does? I want to read, to study, and to write. I want to discover, and to share what I have discovered. This drives me, and when I find my “study” time limited, I become very frustrated.
Why write a post about this? To break the log jam. To put something (anything) out on my blog. To begin the process of writing.