Giving up a dream

I think it’s fair to say that I’ve been trying to become a writer for the last 30 years of my life. Problem is, I have nothing to show for it. No completed manuscript. No published articles about anything. Just flat out nothing. So it’s got me wondering if I ever will be a writer. Right now as I type these words, I’m feeling that I am not truly a writer.

For a while now I’ve had this anonymous female character idea who lives in a future US where the worst kind of government has prevailed. A dystopia where an extreme Christian government is in full control of lives and anyone who doesn’t fit their mold is marked in some way, tracked and ultimately eliminated if they don’t toe the line. But then this female comes in – someone with no name, literally a number tattooed on her arm like the Nazis did to the Jews. Somehow this girl takes on the whole government and brings them down. She’s one of the marked ones. Stripped of her identity and given the number because she’s a Lesbian, AND a pagan.

Sounds good right? Maybe someone will write it some day. I don’t know if it can be me.