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Writing on Medium OR not …
For most of my life I have admired and desired to be a writer. I have always written. Some have said that makes me a writer. Of course, that’s not what I mean.
My ‘dream’, (unrealistically, as are all dreams, I think), has been to be an author and one able to make a living from writing.
It never happened. Perhaps I’ve never had the courage or, if I’m kind to myself, I chose to take the ‘safe’ and ‘responsible’ route, working in more mundane occupations with low but regular income. in order to ensure my families were supported. in taking that course and at the same time endeavouring to educate myself, I’ve rarely had the energy, even if I’ve had the time, to put in the effort and work to develop any potential I might have.
Certainly, I have never had the discipline to deserve to become an acknowledged author, nor for that matter, an unacknowledged one. Although I am imbued with continuous thought on a widely eclectic range of issues, I lack whatever is that mystical ability that facilitates creation of fictional content.
I have also, for many decades, been ‘caught up’ in concern about all manner of issues of injustice, cruelty, prejudice, welfare, well-being and such. So, much of what I’ve written has been focused on those matters and much time spent in writing to politicians, company executives, institutional leaders…
