Today is one of those days I wish I lead another life. I guess not extreme as that, but more in how I make my living. Usually when I feel that way I’m melancholy over cute babies and wanting to be married. Today, that is not the feeling. I wish I didn’t have to go to work in a couple hours, instead stay here next to my window and good music and write. Secretly I want to be a writer and tell different stories in so many different ways. Even I laugh at that dream because of my reputation for poor spelling and not ever proof reading anything. But that isn’t to say I don’t want to spend hours typing away all these different pieces of stories inside me. The idea of me having a book on a shelf somewhere, seems really far fetched. Lauren Winner said she would spend hours in bookstores and think “I could write a book.” although I think she has a much more interesting story to tell than I. Not that the stories I have to share are my own, but fiction ones. Which I personally think is a lot more fun to write, this coming from a girl who reads a lot of bios or memoirs. I read many writer’s blogs, have acquaintances in the business and its not easy. So as romantic I like to make being a writer, which I don’t consider myself at all, it sounds fun. Still, I find it a crazy dream of mine to craft a story that would actually relate to other people. I truely only think it could happen with lots of time, patience, and encouragement. Those things coming from others who know what they are talking about and myself. I think that’s the first step, actually thinking this is something I could do and follow through with it. I think it goes back to a universal struggle, failure. Who really wants to fail at something they pour their energy into? No one. To me, I just don’t see a better time in my life to jump of this cliff.