I am the type of person who quite enjoys being at school. It's like a giant circle jerk where everyone plays off of each other under the umbrella of academia. I also don't mind writing papers, especially in my upper years of study, as I seldom ever have to write on topics I am not interested in.
Over the past year or so I have found writing to be a highly calming activity. And until very recently I hadn't really thought very much about the fact that I was at ease while typing. While I enjoy writing academic papers and 'contributing' to this grand 'think tank' as a 'knowledge producer,' I'm beginning to tire of citing things and not always being able to write exactly what I feel about a certain topic.
My middle sister and I have always joked about writing a book about my youngest sister. A funny anecdotal novel about living with a 'youngest child.' The more we joke about it, the more I feel as though we should write it. And why not? Whenever people ask you what you plan to do with your life, writing never seems to be an acceptable answer (unless of course it's for academic purposes). They'll say to you oh yes that's nice, but what are you actually going to do?
And I agree, you can't be a writer unless you're well known or have some serious balls and are alright with possibly living in slum-like conditions until you do make it (which may never happen). Kind of like acting, isn't it? Well not really, because many talented actors go their whole lives never getting anywhere, whereas talented writers have a chance at making it as long as they show their work to enough people.
I'm not sure, perhaps this sudden onset of wanting to write is my enjoyment of writing coupled with my indecision of what to do after I leave my safe-haven called university.
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