Where Are the Wild Things?

When someone asks me to describe myself, somewhere in the slew of adjectives lives the word "writer." And after the word escapes my mouth, the imposter syndrome kicks in. Am I a writer if I have no audience? Am I a writer if I do not open my work up to critics?

For much too long now I have been thinking about that very sentence -  the sentence that kept my writing locked behind the password on my computer for many years. I want to share my writing, but what will I write about? I want to share my writing, but what will people care to read about? 

Admittedly, I have not come to an epiphany; it was a rather silly situation that was the precursor to these words. I found myself in a bookstore walking past a copy of my favorite childhood book, Where the Wild Things Are, and I realized that if a book about an angry child befriending big beasts on an imaginary island can become a widely-known staple, then surely, I too, can write about wild things and make at least one person smile. 

Despite the imposter syndrome, I am not sharing my writing to become a writer. I have learned that being a writer is something someone self-identifies and it is not determined by the mode or method in which they write. On the date of this publication, I am no more a writer than I was the day before. 

My Goal is This:

• To write a not-too-serious, hopefully entertaining, but most importantly, informative narrative making sense of the wild things, wild people, and wild places I encounter

• To take a deep dive into these experiences through an outcome-based lens

What You Can Expect: 

• A weekly letter in your inbox

• Creative writing meets personal blogging meets adventure tales

Thanks for Reading!