When I was young, I did all kinds of creative things. I loved to draw, to sing, to dance, to act out plays, and of course, to write. As I entered my teen years, I concentrated a lot on singing. I was in the choir at school, made All South Jersey Choir one year, participated in musicals, and even did well in a talent show or two. I still wrote stories, but for a while, singing took precedence. I wanted to be a singer.
As the years went by, and I became an adult who had to actually work for a living, singing kind of fell away a bit. I did partake in the occasional Karaoke contest and sang in the church choir, but I didn’t actively pursue any kind of singing career. But I did continue to write stories. Creating my own worlds and characters, the thrill of holding the fate of imaginary people in my hands, that never left me.
I still do like to sing, and I love it when my daughter does it (she’s awesome, better than I could have ever been), but it’s taken a back seat. But I never really said it out loud. That is, until I was out with friends for a “Hen’s Night”—which is basically a bachelorette party—and I sang some Karaoke for the bride-to-be. One of my friends told me I could have been a professional singer.
My response? “I’d rather be a writer.”
I think that was the first time I said it out loud, and although it felt very final (as if I could only pick one career and that was decision day), it also felt good. Writing is something I don’t see myself growing tired of. Something that still gives me joy.
I’m just glad I get to share that joy with the world.