When I was growing up, I always knew I would be a writer. I shouldn’t say always – it got solidified when I was eight.
I had just moved back to Ottawa, my home town. My family had moved to Pittsburgh for my dad’s work three years prior, but we ended up coming back. It was a new city, a new school, a new grade. I was a fairly nerdy kid, although not the type with no friends – just a bit of a dork, but not so much of a dork as to spend most of my time ass up in a garbage can. The type of dork that probably could have been cool, if he didn’t have a speech impediment that made him super nervous in social situations.
I wrote a story in English class that year that blew my teacher away. I remember her getting in touch with my parents to encourage them to get me to keep writing. My parents took this to heart – I remember being excited to go meet a favourite local author at the library, and I bought her adult book on writing that year. I was all-in.
Of course, I never really wrote again after that. My writing career had peaked when I was eight years old. That’s how many things in my life have gone – undoubtedly, the lives of many eight year olds. Bursts of passion and activity, followed by complete abandonment.
I ended up, eventually, in business and software. That’s okay – I love what I do, but I’ve always felt like I should have been a writer. I don’t know what type of writer I would have been. I’m not sure I have the artistry for creative writing, not the organization for non-fiction. Journalism could have been interesting, but I didn’t have the grades to support that nor foresight to realize that maybe I didn’t need to go to college for that to make it work.
I’ve started a dozen blogs over the past 10 years that I’ve been in love with startups and business, and I don’t think I’ve ever posted more than once or twice. I know it’s played out to start writing with a post announcing your intention to start writing, but that’s what I’m doing, with an asterisk. I don’t care if nobody reads this – honestly, I don’t even really want them to. I’m not focusing on distribution, I’m not sharing with my social following. I just want to write because I want to see if I get better at writing by writing more. It seems inevitable, but I want to prove it to myself. My writing will almost certainly be super shitty to start, and that’s okay. There’s no goal here other than improvement.