Once upon a time, there lived a little girl named Alison. Alison loved to read and write and filled her bedroom with novels and notebooks. Even in school, she spent more time daydreaming than she did listening to her teachers. All the other students thought Alison was “weird”. They mostly avoided her and this drove her further into her imaginary world.
Alison always knew she wanted to be a writer, but her parents told her, “Writers don’t make any money. You should aspire to be something that can earn a living.” So she bounced from idea to idea, trying to find something that would both fulfill her and make a living. When she went to college, she studied English and Psychology, hoping the combination would be able to get her a job after graduation.
So much for that idea. The market crashed and jobs were scarce. Alison took a job as a receptionist and spent her days getting yelled at for things she had no control over.
Then, one day, someone offered to pay Alison to write something for him. He needed someone who could translate his complicated, technical work into language the layman could understand. Alison could do this easily, so he hired her. then someone else hired her to do the same thing for him. Then another. Soon, Alison was feeling overwhelmed with writing opportunities.
So she did what everyone says you should never do: she quit her day job.
Now she spends her days in the sunlit comfort of her own home, making a living with her words. Even though writers don’t make any money.
To be continued …
I’d love to put “The End”, but of course my story won’t be over until the day I die, which (hopefully) will be many years from now. This is my “origin story”, if you will. If you want to follow my story as it grows and develops, you can sign up for my newsletter at the top of this page and get monthly updates.
“2am and I’m still awake writing a song
If I get it all down on paper it’s no longer inside of me
Threatening the life it belongs to.
And I feel like I’m naked in front of the crowd
‘Cause these words are my diary screamin’ out loud
And I know that you’l use them however you want to.”
~Anna Nalick, Breathe (2 AM)