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Want to know a little more about me? Okay, if I must. My name is Meg, and this is the journey I took to become a writer.
I grew up in a small town that consisted of just over 500 people. My family was one of the only families in our neighborhood with kids. It was the kind of place that hosted generations and generations of the same few blood lines. My parents have lived there for over 20 years, and they are still considered newcomers. In this town, entertainment as a child was generated strictly by your own imagination. I spent my days in the forest behind my house, playing in fantastical lands that existed only in my mind. When you live in such a place, you pass hours living in your own thoughts, and after that becomes too exhausting, you dive into someone else’s. Books were a staple in my childhood. I would spend hours with my head in pages of the books that flooded our home. I figure it must be hard to not become a writer when this is how you spend your days, reading and inventing stories.
So, from a very young age I wrote, and I had a wonderful network of people who supported me. The first, and probably most influential person at this stage in my life was my mother. As a classical flutist and avid reader herself, my mom was always instilling in me the importance of the arts. She was (and still is) the band director at a local high school, so I had a unique understanding of what it meant to be an educator. I felt that I always had a certain respect for school that some of my classmates may not have had, and although it didn’t make me the most popular when I was growing up, it served me well in the long run. I absorbed my lessons in such depth that I vividly remember learning and experiencing a formal venue for writing in those early years. All through my years of school, the English classes I took and the teachers I had were instrumental in shaping both my craft and my love of writing.
And then I got to college. The crusher of dreams. This is where everyone begins to tell you that you’re an adult. You must make responsible decisions that will give you the best future with as little risk as possible. Being far away from home and all of the support I had behind me for years made me wonder if this was something that would be a smart decision. Becoming a writer wasn’t really a “viable” option. What are the odds of getting published anyway? Slim to none, right? So, I decided that I would let that dream be a childhood memory. It would live in my past, and I would have to forget about it. Instead, I began my studies in English and Criminal Justice in preparation for attending Law School after undergrad. I said good-bye to writing and focused on a more responsible path.
It’s hard to cope with the fact that I almost gave up. I get so angry with myself for having just about bought into this idea that being a writer, the one thing I’ve ever felt a passion for, was not an appropriate career choice, and not only that, but that there was no place in my life for it at all. I don’t know how I came to this realization other than it was sort of an epiphany-like moment. I woke up one morning, and I finally understood that if I went my entire life without ever trying to make this dream, this crazy, unrealistic, far-fetched dream, happen, I would have wasted the gift that life is. So this is me, chasing that dream. Sure, law school is definitely still on my radar, but this, this passion that I have for writing is at the forefront of the life I want to build for myself.
I want to give a huge thank you to everyone who says I can do it. My mom and dad, who taught me what it means to have a career that you love and who gave me everything I need to be the best I can be. My great-grandmother, Betty Ren Wright, who served as an example of what it means to be a successful author, and how putting words on a page, leaves an everlasting mark on the world. My teachers, who challenged me and embraced me for being the nerd that I am. And all of you in the writing world, who are on this journey too. We can do it because being passionate about anything is a gift, and if everyone was engaged with their passions, imagine what the world could be.