Truth About Writers(Throw back Thursday)


(I wrote this a year ago,still agree with it)

As you guys know, I’m obsessed with Carrie Bradshaw. This obsession started when I was around nine or ten. I was a lonely little girl, had no friends, and got bullied a lot. I spent most of my time in the library, the first to come, and last to go. Books were my escape, after being up past my bedtime I was flipping through the T.V. when I stopped and stared at a woman with curly blonde hair, typing away on a Mac. The show went off, and seconds later another episode came on. This free-spirited woman was going through the streets of New York City, wearing a tutu. Her face was on a bus, she had: three best friends, amazing shoes, amazing clothes, she lived in the best city ever, and she was a writer.From that day on, I knew I had to be a writer. Before then I just wrote poetry, adults liked it, and would tell me I had a gift. I never paid it much mind (what nine year old would). But after seeing Carrie Bradshaw, I knew that I did have a gift. I knew I could be just like her. After that I felt better about myself, happier even. I was a writer, I was something. In high school I attended a performing arts school, where I was a creative writing major. I read a lot there, and wrote even more. At times I felt lost there, but I guess it wasn’t to bad, because me being lost, led me to start this blog.

Being a writer is hard, whoever said it was easy isn’t really a writer. But I believe anyone would say that about their craft. I love writing though, even though in high school I second guessed my talent quite a bit, it’s all I know. You guys read my blog, and look at my photos, an think “wow her life is great to be a young writer.” Well I only show you snapshots of my life on here, I only write a snippet of what is really going on. I have to admit though, you guys aren’t the only ones who think you see everything through a few photos on a blog. The first time I was on Fashion Toast, I just knew Rumi had the perfect life, and with other bloggers also. For example there was a blogger I read a lot. She had the perfect life through her photos it seemed, loving husband, and the cutest babies a mother could ask for. But one day she  shocked all of her readers when she announced that she was getting a divorce, and quitting her blog. It showed me that photos, and snippets of a paragraph only showed a small amount of someones life.

After my bad relationship, I was worried to show you guys a different side of me, a scared, and sad side. But I’m glad I did, because maybe I helped someone get out of a bad, reckless situation, and I did it through the best way I ever knew how to do anything; writing.

If you’re just starting out and only getting freelance work you’re probably not living like Carrie Bradshaw. You don’t have a closet full of designer shoes, television is fake. Even Candace Bushnell the creator of the Carrie Bradshaw admits she slept on a mattress on the floor of a studio apartment in NYC. Just know that freelance is your friend. Write for whoever you can, you never who will be reading it. On top of that you will be building your portfolio. Internships also do wonders. You meet people in the industry, and you gain knowledge, and exposure. Carrie made a statement like, “I bought Vogue instead of dinner, when I first moved to New York”, don’t do that, you’ll thank me later. Food is more important than Vogue. Hunger is not fashionable, or fun, or the ‘in’ thing. While you’ll be reading Vogue, hungry and making yourself sick, the Vogue writers are enjoying a healthy meal, and reading Vogue. Next thing, you don’t have to put yourself in credit card debt to have every designer piece of clothing in your closet. Spend what you can, and save the rest. I own two designer bags(both gifts). I write,and work as hard as I do, because one day I will be able to afford a Chanel 2.55 with gold hardware, made with the softest lambskin. But right now it’s not an option, or priority.

People will tell you, you suck as a writer, choose another career, you’ll be judge by your friends who went into a top career path. But guess what, if you’re happy, that’s all that matters. You do what you love, because you love it, not because of how much you get paid. Love being a writer, and ignore whoever doubts you. I was blessed to have a mother who is also a writer, who never doubted me being a writer/journalist. But I know others aren’t so fortunate, well guess what guys, you have me! I’ll be your biggest supporter. Yes we are writers, but we are still human, and we need support and understanding.

So remember to write as much as you can, and read even more. Read everything you can get your hands on. Writing can be hard, but there is nothing like seeing your name on a cover of a book, or in a newspaper or magazine. The things we want most are the hardest to get, because nothing worth having comes easy to those who are good a t their craft. There is always more learning, and more growing to be done.

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