I remember when I was 5 years old and I told my mom that I wanted to be the first African American, female president. Then, by the time I was 10 or 11, I wanted to be an aerospace engineer. I never wanted to be a writer from the time I was young, but I was always a dreamer. A dreamer of imaginary places and imaginary people.
I wrote for a little while in the 3rd grade, but ultimately my sister was the one who was the writer, and she was good at it. She used to tell me stories as a kid and I loved each and every one. We always joke about how she wrote FanFic before FanFic was cool. I got to be friends with Harry Potter or have powers like the X-Men and I think that’s where it started.
Even though I didn’t always write, I loved to read, I’m pretty sure that it was a prerequisite in my family, but I never minded. I read books of Greek Gods, spies, and kids with wings. By the time I’d gotten to high school, the public school system had already instilled the “wonders” of academic writing and I hated it. It took forever for me to realize that creative and academic writing are two different arenas.
I finally started writing again 2 years ago around the time I started college and I loved it! The more I wrote the happier I was. Yes, sometimes it was frustrating and daunting, but it never compared to the feeling I got from creating something and watching it take form.
So here I am, a junior in college, plagued by the question “Who are you?” That question I couldn’t really answer for a while because I couldn’t really say I was writer could I? Wrong. I don’t consider myself and author, but I do consider myself a writer. I’m still trying to figure out where I fall, but I know that I am Jordan, writer, dreamer, future author. Who are you?