and maybe, just maybe

Since my first grade debut stories: ‘How to make a peanut butter and tuna fish sandwich’ and ‘I hate Saturday morning cartoons’ I’ve had words at my fingertips and stories to tell. A few months ago I finally took the decision to officially give writing a go (despite the mere $18 in my bank account) thus I’m opening up my years’ worth of journals, memories, thoughts and stories. A blossoming writer/blogger/freelancer etc.. looking through the maps and navigating through the confusion of this new direction, and maybe, just maybe one day soon, I can show all my friends who just think I’m poor/lazy/irresponsible/crazy what I do up here all day, and why I refuse to get myself one of those ‘real’ jobs they always tell me about..