I always presumed that I would be a writer, without actually doing any writing. I think I thought I was going to get a phone call from somebody one day saying they had a vacancy for a novelist. When I realised that this wasn’t going to happen I thought it was about time to do something.-Nick Hornby
More than I can really say, this sums up how I'm feeling right now about my writing. I've been considering all the writing I did in high school, in college, and how I used to just love to write for the sheer joy of putting words on the page. How even though I went through the steps of building a career in Higher Education and Fundraising, I still wanted to write, and did, on a blog, in a journal, in letters, and on deposit envelopes in ATM vestibules. (I still love to do this. I usually write something political, as in: "Vote for Obama, John McCain kicks puppies for fun.")
Looking at Hornby's words, I know I'm already on my way to doing something. I have personal goals of two posts/entries per day. I tell people in job interviews that I really want to write. I have a sketchbook with an emerging framework for a book I'd like to write. I have rough drafts, and I keep them all, and go back to them. Maybe it takes me longer to develop ideas than it used to, but I'm still hungry to keep going.
In this time of transition, more than anything else, I've realized that I want to write. Words are the tools of my trade, and I can't put them down.