John Lennon said, "Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans."
Growing up, I never thought I'd be a writer. I always excelled at many endeavors, but they were the types of activities that you did in front of a lot of people. When I was done doing those things, the people would applaud say things like, "That was very nice," so I knew I was good at them.
Writing, on the other hand, was something between me and my teacher, and poor Mrs. Langley expected a 16-year-old boy to get something out of Wuthering Heights. However, since I didn't bother reading it, I couldn't exactly write intelligently about it. Mrs. Langley never had the chance to say things like, "That was very nice," so I never knew I was good at writing.
But, while I was busy making plans to have a life full of those activities that I did in front of people, doing typically "artistic" things such as dropping out of college and working thankless, menial jobs, life happened.
So, I returned to college to earn a degree (or two) that would help toward making more people interested in attending those activities that I did in front of people. Then, as I graduated in the middle of a horrible recession, life happened again, so I made some plans to go back to school again.
Then, somehow, I lost my love for those activities that I did in front of people. Here one day, gone the next. Luckily, I met a few people along the way who noticed that I was a good writer. They said, “Hey. Come write for us and we’ll pay you.”
So that’s what I do now. I write for people. Currently, the people who pay me to write for them make good beer, so that’s very nice.
I never thought I’d be here, but that’s what I get for making plans. Life happened. And I love it.
We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of dreams.