Writer, Fighter, Carpenter Be
I’m a writer. I write short stories, novels, a screenplay, blog posts of course and lots and lots of poems. The word “WRITER” defines me more than any other, I think. More than father, husband, lover, golfer, individualist, banker, boss or any number of other possible me’s.
If I had to write 8 hours a day for the rest of my life, I’d be a happy man. If I had to make 80% of what I make now but I could make a living doing nothing but writing, I’d jump at the chance. If I lost the ability to write, to me it’d be akin to losing about half my soul. It means that much to me.
When I was writing in radio, pumping out a few commercials, promos, show prep sheets or whatever each day, I stopped writing everything else.
When I was immersed in the frantic underwriting of the banking boom from a few years back, I very nearly stopped writing everything else.
And now this blog has taken the bulk of my writing productivity. I tried taking a break about six months ago, hoping it would jumpstart my other projects. It didn’t. Not enough time or not enough of something else, I have no idea.
But a realization.
After all this time, all these years, all these excuses of why I’m not writing, I better change my ways today or I will never complete the works I have planned before my mind is too feeble to complete a grocery list.
Time to get to work, kids.
Time to make time.
Time to Write.
Posted by Casey Freeland at 19:34