About Present Expectations

First off, I have to say it. Ben Affleck is going to be Batman in the upcoming Batman vs Superman film to be directed by Zach Synder.  You can check the report.

Secondly, yesterday I asked what TV shows you are most excited about this fall? Old or new and American or British. Let me know on yesterday’s blog post.

If you told me, ten years ago, I would be spending all of my free time writing fantasy novels or nerding out on something, I would have called you a lying son of a bitch. And yes, I would have said that even at that age. I had this vision that I would be some elite person with a fancy job and proper. Oh yes. I was going to be a proper function part of society getting along with all others. I am still a functioning part of society, but I don’t exactly get along with others. Instead, I tend to hide from them and avoid any possibility of conflict. Then there’s the fear of not connecting with people. I’ve had plenty of proof that I’ve had enough difficulty with relating and connecting. Not because I don’t want to, but because that connection simply isn’t there. When you talk to me about something I’ve never experienced or I’m not interested in, I’m not going to insult you and espouse my feelings. Instead, I’ll make a simple polite comment and go back to being quite. That doesn’t make many friends. Though, those people who I instantly click with are instantly are out there. They just aren’t as numerous.

Now this is not supposed to be about a failure to meet my own expectations or to detail my social inadequacies. This is about how I got to writing, but the two in a way go hand in hand. Ever since I was little, I wanted to be known. I wanted to be famous. I wanted people to consume the things I created. And better yet, I wanted them to enjoy it. I should have realized early on that writing might be my thing. At 7 or 8, I wrote a book. Sure it was only 10 pages long hand written and contained mostly pictures. It was still a story, complete with beginning, middle and end. As I got older, when there was a choice in school projects to write or create rather than do an essay, I always went with the former. I had a connection with words. True, I needed work on clarifying my meaning, but I loved words.

I write almost every day. If you count this blog, I do write every day. I get words on paper, or in my case words on screen, and I feel better. Since I began writing, I have finished four books. Without a doubt, I consider myself a writer. My next goal is to transition from being a write to a professional writer. I hope to do this in two ways. The first is the whole reason I started this blog. I want to review the things that interest me and write editorials about things that matter to me. This is why I review movies on this blog and intend to write reviews for TV shows.  One day, I have the hope of writing for one of the many sites I frequent. My other goal is for my novels to move from living on my hard drive to being published books. I would love for the fantastical things that I took from my head and expressed them in the form of books to be available to the public.

Do you have any goals that you never would have expected to have ten years ago?

3 thoughts on “About Present Expectations

  1. Ten years ago, I actually stopped writing. I started writing again last year and I’m so glad I did because the last 10 years came out to be a miserable blur – aside from the birth of my now 3-1/2 year old. But the creative side was completely buried beneath work and trying to fit in and make people happy and forgetting all about me.

    • It is do easy to forget yourself with the current pressures of the world. I have found trying to meet the expectations of others is always disastrous even in a mutually beneficial relationship. At the end of the day, you have to do you.

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