She Shoots, She Scores

I know I have been neglectful here of late. But I have good reason, I swear.

You see....I got a real grown-up (read; PAID) writing job. Two, actually.

For years, I've been searching for validity as a writer. I know it should be intrinsic, but for me it's just not. So this is a huge deal for me, even though the pay is certainy not going to launch us into a life of wealth and privilege.

I feel as though I'm finally on the path to gaining some legitimacy as a writer. I can say I'm a writer without feeling like a lying sack of poo. I can start building a portfolio, building a body of work, gaining some respectability.

It's nothing huge or glamorous. It's not Newsweek or Time or any of the coveted print writing jobs. But it's a start. And I'm ridiculously pleased by it.

So my pace here will slow a bit. I'm not closing up shop, because truthfully, I love this blog and I'm free here. I say what, when and how I will write, and that's something I can't give up. I also use this blog to work through all my personal garbage, so as a therapeutic tool, it's invaluable. Not to mention, it's cheaper than therapy, which I was never really good at anyway.

I'm trying not to make too much of this, because it's such a small step, but I feel like it's a new beginning for me; an end to feeling superfluous and unfulfilled.

I wish I could share with you all where I am writing, but of course, I am doing so under my real name. Though I love you dear readers, I'm afraid I am not yet ready to remove the cloak of anonymity. Maybe when I have grown more comfortable with the idea of being known, I'll reconsider.

I have to thank you all for being instrumental in this. The comments, the encouragement, the praise...it has all helped me be confident enough in myself as a writer to pursue something I never thought I deserved, simply because I lack a set of letters after my name.

It's trite, but I can't help but feeling that now, the sky's the limit. I took the first step, the hardest step. And while my steps are still unsteady and faltering, I choose to believe that in no time, I will be striding confidently into my destiny.

Melodramatic much?

I can't help it. I'm walking on air, people, and that's the truth.