When I Grow Up

Well, I turned in my last assignment for my BFA in Creative Writing last night, and I can honestly say that it feels like the world has lifted from my shoulders and opened up in front of me. It’s like my entire body sighed all at once, and then I realized I can finally hunker down on those huge projects that have been on the back burner for so long… Welcome back, World! I saved you a seat on my shoulders just in case you decided to return.

It’s okay. Life wouldn’t be worth much if you didn’t have personal goals to achieve or surpass. The past two-and-a-half years have been the most challenging and rewarding experiences I have ever been through. Thank you to everyone who believed in me and supported my dreams. Thank you to my family for taking an interest in everything I do whether I succeed or fail. Thank you to all of my friends who critiqued my work and told me when it really sucked. But most importantly, thank you to my wife and kids who put up with me, the deadlines, and all the time it took to reach this point.

My writing wouldn’t be the same without everyone and everything that was put into it over these past two-and-a-half years. I believe I always knew I wanted to be a writer when I grew up. I just wasn’t sure when I was going to grow up. Allow me to leave you with this quote from one of my favorite bands.

 “In the end it’s not about what you have

In the end it’s all about where you wanna go

And the roads you take to help you get there

I hope you think that’s fair

Cause you’ve only got one life to lead

So don’t take for granted those little things

Those little things are all that we have”

This is the House that Doubt Built, A Day to Remember

 Visit Troy’s Digital Portfolio @ http://troyallenmartin.wix.com/troy.


Author: Troy Martin

Freelance writer, blogger, lover of Lovecraft, and dark sci-fi/fantasy enthusiast brings an inkwell of fresh blood, tears, and vengeance to the genre.

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