I want to be a writer

I want to be a writer. I want to conjure the short stories that you overanalyze in your American literature class. I want to pen the daily (I’ll settle for weekly) humor column in the newspaper that makes you laugh so hard your eyes start to water. And when your eyes water for other reasons, like death or failure, sickness or a brokenheart, I want to create the greeting card that warms your heart and puts hope back in your soul.