If I could make money doing whatever my heart desired, I would hope to earn my living as an author, though I think the title of “wordsmith” sounds more exuberant and might sound better on an application.
Books have been proven, time and again, to be able to change the world. In this current era, so many new authors have audited the collective consciousness and made us take a hard look in the mirror. I would love to some day do so much as leave a scratch on the face of history, like Ayn Rand and Suzanne Collins have before me.
So often in these days, the cheer of a child saying “I want to write” is set ‘right’ by pushing them into corners of collectively-approved topics, and we lose the new Shakespeares and Poes and Hemmingways to the established norm of “Go to school. Get a job. Get married.”; and it cannot go on. I will be the first, if I must, to cry out “My pen will not be stilled; I will write my story.”