I always knew I would be a writer. Except for the times when I wasn't sure.

It's my day to post at YA Outside the Lines. This month, we're all posting about where we were on graduation day, where we thought we were headed, and where we actually ended up. My post is about the Class of 1984, living in the shadow of George Orwell and the Baby Boom, and belonging to the generation known as "X." It's also about what happens when you want to be a writer, but you don't see how you can possibly make a living at it, but you still wanna, but you decide to be practical, and then ...