Be interested in my writing.
I’m a writer. Always have been. Like literally, I’ve been better at communicating and expressing myself through writing for as long as I can probably remember.
In fact, one of my first memories I can remember without the help of pictures is me writing poems in a binder next to my dad as he wrote songs at his keyboard.
This love of writing would continue when I began working for the school paper and editing for the yearbook early into high school. I interned and wrote at the daily newspaper in New Orleans in high school, and came to DC understanding that I didn’t exactly know what I wanted to do with my life, but that writing would be involved.
My career has changed a few times, actually. I’ve been a newspaper journalist, someone who works in broadcast, a magazine writer, a freelancer, I’ve worked with web media, helped teenagers learn good writing skills through a magazine workshop, and worked in government communications. Definitely different paths there… but the main thing has always been my writing.
But writing isn’t just about my career. At my heart, I am a writer. I write in my spare time. I write when I volunteer for organizations. I’m working on a book. I write down thoughts when I can’t quite process them, and I definitely work through issues and problems in my writing. I write when I’m in a good mood. I write when I’m feeling giddy.
I may not know everything. But I am clearly a writer.
Now why have I said all of this?
Because you have to know just how passionate I am about writing to understand how upsetting it can be when the guy in my life doesn’t care enough to read any of it. This stuff is important to me. It’s not just something I do so I can get a byline. And as any writer will tell you, it’s certainly not something I do for the money. It’s in my soul. And because of how important it is to me, it’s also important that my future honey take an interest in it.
Don’t get me wrong. He doesn’t have to want to read this blog. I’ve actually gotten into a bit of a trouble sometimes when the guy I’m with reads it. But should he be interested in what I’m writing about? I would hope so.
I dated a guy once who was pursuing dreams of being a comedian while also thinking of getting back into running track. Every morning, he and I would talk to each other briefly and then say, “now go write” or “go run.” (And listen – I am soooo not a morning person, so this was big!) He cared about my book(s). He wanted to read almost everything I’d written (with the exception of this blog lol), and I gotta tell you – that ish was so encouraging!
Future hubby doesn’t have to emulate that guy. Clearly, we didn’t work out for a reason. But if he can be even half as interested in my passion as that, I’ll be a very very happy lady.