I have a secret, so why not put it on the internet?

Pst…

Hey bud.

Yes, you.  Com’ere

Can you keep a secret?

I want to be a writer.

For as long as I can remember, I have had a love affair with paper and pens.  Back to school was always a favorite time of year for me because it meant new notebooks, new pens.  Even now I’m not allowed in Office Depot unsupervised.   Ask Brian or the kids, they will tell you that on any given day I will have no fewer than a dozen ink pens in my purse.

I have, since I was a teen, kept notebook journals. I would write in my notebooks every night.  Mostly I would write about my day, who I thought was cute (and thanks to FB I will not be naming names here) and who I thought was a bitch.  I would occasionally write short stories about crushes I had, or dreams of my future.

I know that it’s possible to make money writing on a blog. But that’s not why I want to write. I want to write because it’s something I’ve always done and I know I could do it better. Oh don’t get me wrong, I would totally write for money if ever presented with the opportunity.  I would write for other things too like shoes, or chocolate, or books, or trips, or comments or attention or well, whatever because I’m cheap. And easy.  Wait… what?  Ahem

I want to be a writer.  Sometimes I write really good blog posts but most of them have been eaten by WP goblins that ate my archives, so you’ll have to just trust me on this. At least until I get everything recreated.  Sometimes I write brilliant Tweets and FB status updates.  You’ll have to follow me because I don’t have time to dig back through my Twitter or Facebook history to find shining examples.

I want to be a write.  And every time I type that I hear “I wanna be a millionaire, so friggin bad” in my head.  Small steps.  I’m not going to make a million from my blog overnight. Clearly.