Jack Kerouac said we have to write every day to keep our craft honed. And he knew this to be true up until he died at the young age of 47. After his death, all we can now do is speculate and dissect his work and the meaning behind his words line by line, paragraph by paragraph. It’s honestly silly, how much thought and effort we put into being the next Kerouac, Fitzgerald or Hemingway. By the way, all of their deaths were tragic, this may be something of note to aspiring writers – YIKES! Sure they were great writers and the proof of this is that their books still are considered great. F. Scott Fitzgerald’s book ‘The Great Gatsby’ was the first book that made me want to be a writer, but they are not the voice of this generation. Right now, out there in obscurity, is our next great writer. And like all that have come before this person I am sure they will be more beloved and appreciated ONCE they are gone. So, I’m not going to give up simply because I’m not a household name, yet. Maybe I am the next great American author. Maybe you are. Who truly knows? The only thing I know for sure is that I have to write. It soothes me, frees me, hurts me, loves me, loathes me, teaches me, molds me… (I think you get the picture). I won’t stop writing – I can’t. It’s who I am. It’s in my DNA.
Happily married, aspiring writer that thinks sometimes the destination is worth the journey. Sometimes the journey is worth the destination. Then again, sometimes the journey is just HARD and the destination isn't worth the time it took to get there. Sometimes the journey is EASY and the destination STILL isn't worth it! The only constant is that there is always a journey and always a destination. I would LOVE for you to follow me on my journey and together we can find the destination. So, come on, we have to keep on keeping on! View All Posts