For years now, I’ve had a story inside of me.

It’s been one I’ve wanted to tell, one that is at once personal and quite public. It’s one that is partly based on reality, partly fiction. And for years I’ve told myself “You can’t write this. It’s too much to take on. You’re not the writer you’d need to be to tell this story.”

That was then.

That was before I accepted and embraced the concept that I can pursue this dream of mine. I want to be a writer- not just a blogger, a WRITER. Yes, there’s a difference.

I want to be able to tell this story in my head. It’s origin comes from a very painful period of my life, but it’s a story of honesty and eventual happiness. It’s not about getting the girl, or finding the secret that people die to protect, or any of that crap.

It’s just a story about a guy figuring some shit out, and finding out he can be happy.

I say it’s partially fiction and partially real, and to an extent that’s true- like any vain writer who thinks people would give a shit, I’ll be tallking about some things from my own life. True, there will be major differences. I’m not even sure where the story will end yet.

I just know I’m ready to tell the tale to those who will listen.

I guess this means I’m throwing my hat into the contest, and entering NaNoWriMo.

Out.

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