In the midst of my turbulent teenaged years, I had no clear vision for the future. I was convinced that I had no talent, and was not good at anything. I remember a conversation I had with my mother. It went like this: “I’m not good at anything, Mom!” Her reply: “That’s not true! You write beautiful letters to your grandmother.” My snide reply: “Oh great! Maybe I’ll write letters for a living.” Fifteen years letter, that’s what I was doing as a writer for a direct response advertising agency in L.A.
Here I am, in 2017, still making a living as a writer — and still loving it. (Mom, you were right.)