You are a writer, they say. An author, in training.
I am a dreamer, I say. One lost in colourful worlds, where vibrant characters breathe life and love, fear and failure.
(more) I dream of finished works, of pages turned by adoring fans, of bestseller lists and awards to don my wall. I dream of seeing initials in print on the spine of my works, of running a finger along hardback testaments to my creativity.
But dreams are fleeting and dreams fade. Dreams are hard to grasp, and harder to pursue in the reality of every day.
Keep dreaming, they say.
Keep pushing, I say.
Reality's dreams may lack the lustre of our wildest fantasies, but what feeling compares to following a passion?
I may be mired in a maze, with every turn offering a new idea, a different variation on a theme, but I will strive on. And when I reach the centre and the open sky and sunshine bear down upon me, I will look up to the heavens and thank my maker for the steps that have brought me to success.(less)