“Whatever you want……even organizing your closet.” Jacomine finished her sentence with a tame suggestion.   “I need a literacy agent.” I replied slowly to her request, upping the bar for a project. My coach agreed we would work together on this objective and set up a schedule.  We followed the schedule and I obtained a literary agent.   The journey has taken nearly a year and many tears, and in retrospect, it was a lot like cleaning my closet of all sorts of unnecessary junk to discover treasure.   “What do you want to be?” She asked pointedly.   “A creative artist.” I sobbed over my cup of tea, tired of whifwaffling between a classical singer and writer.   People tend to get confused about the matter. Take, for instance, this fall…