I Was Told To Write.

I was told to write. "Write what?" I asked myself. I confess. I am the type of person who hates money, and thinks it is the root of all evil. But on the other hand I try to make more, because of the economy and all of my creditors standing there with their hand out stretched. So, still working a full time job and being of elderly age, how do I make money without working another job? The internet of course. So I click on a web site, How to make money online. Be a writer! He told me to write. I am not a writer! Oh sure, I have written about a hundred poems, But I don't have to think very hard to make something rhyme. That comes easy for me. Sitting down and writing on a certain subject doesn't. I have a hard time retaining information because, when I was very young I was struck by a car and ended up with some brain damage. I went back to school after a long stay in the hospital. I saw all my numbers and letters backwards so that's how I put them down on paper. Scared my teacher half to death! She went to the office and called my mother. Ever since then learning has been a struggle. I am sixty one years old now and still have trouble retaining some types of information. So writing is not going to be the easiest thing for me to do. I said before that I have written about a hundred poems. If you asked me right now to recite one word for word, I couldn't do it. I can write a poem, and five minutes later forget what I wrote, until I go back and read it again. Don't get me wrong. I seem to remember the most important things, like eating, my wife and family, where I work and live, and so on. How did I get on to this subject?

Even though it is difficult for me, I am going to try to be a writer. I do not look for fame or fortune, because I don't think that I will ever be in that category. I am going to try to write from my heart, and try to keep it interesting enough, that people will want to finish reading whatever I have to say. I guess what I am trying to say is, I am using Hubpages as a sounding board, so to speak. I feel that people on Hubpages are honest enough to tell me if they like my writing, or that I truly stink as a writer. I am just an average man, who enjoys life, but also struggles through it.