I don’t know how on earth I’ve made it writing this long. To be completely honest, college literally changed how I viewed the world. Then the biographies of writers, and the words of philosophers, and I just kept going. Accepting the writers life has not been easy for me. Not one bit. I don’t have some convincing argument that defends my desire to be a novelist. There’s no data. There’s absolutely no proof. I’m just over here, writing. It’s kinda weird.
The Writer’s Life
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Jayne is a writer. On her free time she likes to be with her family hiking outdoors and traveling. New England is her home and place of birth. When asked what she wants to teach the world she replied, "Don't stop searching. Too many times, in my old life, I put my search aside for more 'important matters.' I didn't realize the thing I was searching for held what was most important; my soul purpose." Jayne works daily on improving her craft and at times can get down on herself, but her favorite morning mantra is "It's a new day." and that's what she strives to start with. View more posts
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Quite relatable. I often wonder about it too. What is it ever going to give me? Writing. And yet the very title of your post wrenched me in. 🙂
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I’m glad the title of my post made you feel things. Writing gives me a lot. It has filled my tank more often than it hasn’t. And more than most other things. It’s just, hard for me to jump in head first at this point.
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