Twelve.

What's up readers???? Yes, it's been a minute. Get over it. You know you're happy that I'm posting again.

Tonight's blog will be about me. No seriously. And what I actually need from you all...are comments. I enjoy comments. They leave me with this warm fuzzy feeling. Then I realize I need to get a grip and I suppress that feeling until a later date.

So as I'm sure most of you know, I've chosen writing as my way to go. Why?? Well....several reasons. The first being it's the one thing I think about CONSTANTLY. No exaggerations here, I'm dead ass. I wake up with it on my mind and fall asleep only to dream about it. Doesn't that say enough?

The second is that it is very exciting to me. Ok, pause. I know some of you guys already complain that my blogs are lengthy at times. And that I use words above the 4th grade reading level. But listen, I'm bettering you. You are not only learning how to read (cause in 4th grade you were focused on shooting spitballs at your friends) but you're also learning how to enrich your vocabulary. And if you're reading this, you already know that my stuff is always worth reading. So before you start complaining about how boring books are, and how even more boring writing is, hear me out.

Writing for me isn't stringing together a bunch of subjects and predicates to make pretty sentences. It's art. It's taking an endless myriad of syllables and building from the ground up words to paint a picture. To create a work that speaks beyond the denotations of every word, and emanates with the connotations of my soul. And the souls of those that inspire me; from my family, to my friends, to my teachers, to my predecessors. I can't describe the joy I have after writing a new poem or blog or essay or whatever and being able to say, "I created that. This work was brought into existence with my hand." Sure, all that sounds very poetic, but, it is truly how I feel.

The final reason is the risk. I was not born for a typical 9 to 5. Nor was I born to settle for a "safe" job. There's a risk in pursuing writing that thrills me. It's the idea of a challenge. And to overcome that challenge and have my work be the reason behind that, I can't think of anything that would make me happier. So I will work hard to write the next great songs, novels, poems, speeches, and plays. I want to prove to the world that pursuing the arts does not mean "starving artist." Artists are no less important than politicians, teachers, or doctors. Without artists, this world wouldn't exist. Culture, tradition, and even civilization were built on the backs of visionary minds. So....we deserve a little more credit than we're given. And better opportunities than there are available. Ok, I'm done for now, but tell me, what you think. I especially want to hear from my artists. Cause, well, you guys rock.