A Good Day

Today marks a momentous occasion. And no, it's not because the Divinyls are again back on tour. No, today has a far more personal significance.

As long as I can remember, I've always had this irresistible and innate desire to be creative. From painting with acrylics, playing instruments, stitching embroidery and even drawing my own comic books. But nowhere have I found this creativity channeled more perfectly than in my writing, and thankfully, I've been blessed to have the ability to do this with relative ease.

Though something I may have mentioned once or twice, pursuing my passion for writing and making it a career has been a quiet dream of mine since high school. I never realised that it's actually something that I can, well, realise.

So, after years of scribbling short stories, essays and dissertations, years of writing blog posts after blog posts, and another year of voluntary columns and contributions, today, I officially became a paid writer. An article I submitted to the local gay press will be published tomorrow, and along with it comes my first ever pay cheque for my written effort. The money is meagre, I'll be honest, but that's not the point. The fact that I have finally realised my dream is what's causing me to dance like a giddy school girl every so often.

And when I told my parents about the news? My mum replied, "That's nice, but 10 cents per word? You couldn't really retire on that, could you?" Oy vey!

Isn't it funny how things are never as a big a deal with others as it is for you? Oh well. Nothing's gonna change this inner glow I'm feeling right at this moment. I think I'll go celebrate with a quiet drink. A toffee nut latte at Starbucks.

Today is a good day.