Those are the words a friend told me recently.
“You can’t call yourself a writer,” he told me. The mock disgust in his voice was evident.
I balked, of course. I’ve been writing since I was a kid. Naturally, I consider myself a writer. But, just like with other things in my life I allowed ‘life to happen’ and with it happening there went my dreams. . . my goals. I allowed other things to take prescedence in my life, and before you know it, I’m 44 years old with very few career goals accomplished. Except achieving my masters degree . . . but then I remember. That wasn’t my dream. It was my ex-husband’s dream.
Let’s Get This Straight – I Am A Writer
Thank you, Chuck Wendig, for the nifty graphic that helps prove my point! I am a writer. Just not a professional writer. I’ll own that.
I am a strong believer that anything you put your mind to can be accomplished. I didn’t always believe that. The belief had to be learned. Though I have not written regularily I still consider myself a writer. But, who am I trying to convince? Certainly not you, reader, who is actually reading words that I’ve written 🙂
I hope you’ll join me . . .again . . . as I journey into uncharted territories where dreams collide with reality.
Read well and read often.