Two years ago I started writing thoughts, ideas, and little pieces of dialog in a fancy looking black notebook. It’s still only half full, so you can imagine how much I actually used the thing. I kept carrying it around though because it’s a legitimately nice notebook and makes me feel sophisticated and writer like. A few weeks ago I actually took the time to go through the old stuff and found this:
“What were you before you were a genius?”
“Poor. An idiot.”
I loved it. It made me smile. It made me think. I didn’t hate it like I had always thought I would hate everything I wrote. That’s why I’m committing to this blog now.