Have you ever felt out of place on a path you thought you were meant to be on?
As I looked out to the natural world around me I found myself inspired as an artist. The wind sang, the trees danced, the animals played. A story began to form in my head, one that would later be know as Of Spirit and Body. This story, my first venture into the spiritborn world changed me in a way that I couldn't fully realize at the time.
It was February 8th, 2017, a day I'll never forget. The first chapter of the first book I've ever written. I had always been interested in writing, but something about creating my own story changed me as a person.
At the time I was in line to join a doctoral degree program in Nanotechnology in Cumberland Maryland. As I got deeper into my story it started to take over my mind, it was all I ever thought about. Calculus classes passed by like a blur as I wrote pages and pages to the drone of my professors monotonous voice. Chemistry and Physics became a writers room. Soon, English and philosophy would be the only classes where I could take my mind out of the world I was creating. This of course meant that my grades were suffering. Long nights spent in my little world and early tired mornings with nothing, but my characters as company. I felt at home on the earth I created. The spiritborn had become my people, my family. Unable to see myself happy in a future of science and research I left college in Maryland to return to my home in California. During this time I didn't know what to do. Our whole lives are centered around this idea of getting a degree and moving on to a good job where we stay for the rest of our lives. My brother was going to nursing school that year and suggested that I sign up as well, so I did. For a time it seemed I was able to focus on something other than my writing, something I could start a career with. As time went on I found myself drifting back into the world of my books time and time again. Before I knew it I was back in the same cycle, writing through my classes hardly paying attention. I knew then that it wasn't that I didn't enjoy the profession I was studying, I just couldn't focus on anything besides writing. As time went by I had written myself out of another college career, but still I wrote.
Writing is all I want and all I can focus on truly and it seems my brain forces me to abandon anything that doesn't lead me down this path. I write at work, I write at home, I've written on dates, while hanging out with my friends. It's something I can't turn off.
So here we are two years later still a struggling writer, but I'm happy here. I know when I write that this is what I'm meant to do.
Fellow writers, have you ever experienced something like this? When did you know writing is what you were meant to do? How did you move past this stage of your life/ state of mind?
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