I write and I enjoy it. Sick, I know.
When I dream about what I want to do in life, I dream about traveling the world, taking photographs and writing about the experience.
I dream that my photos and essays will have an impact on readers. That I, as a writer, will make a difference in the lives of others.
I don’t dream of fame and fortune. If I did, writing would be the wrong career choice.
This weekend is the 2013 Philadelphia Writers’ Conference and I am giddy with excitement to meet so many other writers in one place. It’s all about contacts!
Dream big! What’s the point of dreaming small?!
~P.
Go ahead...take a swing. I'll duck and listen.