I learned to read very young, and I loved to do so. When I was about six or seven years old, a friend of my big sister’s asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I told him I wanted to be a writer. His response: “Why do you want to be a writer? They don’t make any money until they’re already dead.”

That didn’t deter me at the time, but I’ve come to realize that there isn’t a lot of money in writing unless you really hit it big. But I am making some money by blogging, so I guess in a small way I am living my dream. If I really buckled down maybe I could write a book and start making enough money to actually make a living by writing.

Therein lies my problem. I have a very hard time “buckling down” to do anything. Always have. I wasn’t one who had to study much to get good grades in school. When I had a tough teacher, I would just do whatever I could to BS my way through stuff and scrape by with a decent grade. So I don’t guess I ever really learned how to buckle down.

I’m not getting any younger. Maybe it’s time I taught myself to set goals and stick with them. I would love to get serious enough about writing to be able to do nothing but that for a living. It’s quite possible that I’m just rambling here… but then again maybe something will become of it.