When I read of authors that I love or Cinderella stories of writers they usually seem to involve a lot more life experience. They've travelled, they've gone through their own Hell and use all of that gumption in their writing. To me though, with Dorothy Livesay's poem it's almost as she is screaming out to me "Just do it!" because if I keep thinking that something bigger and better has to happen before I can truly be the writer that I dream of being, I am going to be waiting forever to reach the expectations that I set for myself.
In the end, I may have only witnessed the Maritimes for the most part, but as the images in this prove I have seen and captured some amazing poetry worthy sights all within the comfort of my hometown in New Brunswick.