Where will my interest in reading and writing take me?

I see my interest in reading and writing hopefully taking me around the world and back. I want to be able to support my family from the writings that I find to come from my passionate views on life, love, relationships, cultures, beliefs and music. I hope my future will enable me to inherit a title of writer, producer, and best selling author. I want to be a reader that can come across books in the local bookstores, random readers hands and or top 12 listing in the New York Times. 

I have already begun to approach readings in a different manner than previously. I tend to leave an open mind. Learn to not judge a book by its cover. I learned to identify themes, styles, and classic characteristics of authors. I am so impressed with my ability to identify theses qualities that sometimes I scare myself with the knowledge of knowing.

So far the writers that I consider to the best all have different styles of writing and a suppose that's what interest me the most. In this particular class I have read various novels from graphic, plays, book of poems, and fiction/ non-fiction. It definitely has been a learning experience to decipher a poem to 3 to 5 pages or write 3 to 5 pages about why you chose to major in English. Initially I thought this is simple and no sweat but when everyone really look at their lives from another perspective the view changes.

My personal connection to literature was revealed to me years ago when I adapted the art of journalling. Later I thought to extend my connection so I would be able to learn the uncut truth of my history from others close to me eyes. I recently lost a woman very dear to me, my grandmother at the age of 91. But before she died I found the journal I had given her to several years ago to tell me about her and my grandfather, and of course my mother. Not knowing she had really took my request seriously but she did. I read every word she had written and learn so much about her that losing her body only helped me gain her Spiritually. Because with the handwritten words I have placed by bed I can always see, hear, and smell the scent of her.