I am not sure when I first had the notion of being a writer.
I think it was maybe sometime after grad school.
The job market was awful and I was spending 95% percent of my time reading.
Eventually, it occurred to me that with enough effort, I could do this too.
There are gatekeeper at traditional publishing houses and large websites – but I realized that I don’t need permission to blog.
Of course, there are other reasons to blog too.
Though I didn’t gain entry to George Williams’s writing class, the notion of being a writer, even a creative writer, had taken root in me. I couldn’t read Melmoth the Wanderer, but pretty soon, I made contact with the work of another wanderer, Jack Kerouac, whose effect on me, not to mention American letters, I’ll get to in good time.
-Larry McMurtry, Literary Life
