I remember when I read the above words for the first time.
My eyes danced down the lines, then paused and thought ”That’s it!”
Some people write, hoping to become famous, others aspire to make big money out of their words. But fame doesn’t attract me, and I know I’ll never get rich from my writing… I am not pompous enough to think that I can teach anyone anything either (other than some Danish obscure fun facts).
So why spend so much time writing?
Maybe because for me, the key to getting closer to writing something somewhat memorable, is by practicing, practicing and practicing some more… Until someday I might achieve to write something worth lingering after my time here is over, most certainly by pure luck.
I couldn’t be pretentious enough to say that I’d want to leave a legacy of words behind, when I will give my last breath… But still. I do dream about some of my thoughts living on, long after I am done. And that someday, someone (who has once known me, or maybe not at all) will come across something I have written and think something like the above quote.
Because I do write with my heart. Even if this sometimes means being clumsy, or unsure, or a little blurry (or all three).
That might not be enough, but I still have time to try.
And I will.
What about you? What’s your ultimate goal as a writer? If you’d like to find out about Marquessa’s goals (much more interesting than mine, I promise), click here.