I’m a writer!
I want to scream it from the rooftops, but I don’t. Why? Why is it when someone asks me, “What do you do for a living?” I immediately answer, “Freelance graphic designer”. My profession prior to having my kids. What I went to college for. But, not what I am doing now. Not what I am passionate about.
I needed to answer my own question; can I really call myself a writer? I’m unpublished, and still working on my first novel. I’ve written short stories that I’m very proud. I work at it every day. I’ve entered contests, and submitted to publications. I’m even going to my first conference this year. I’m also part of my local writing community. But is all this enough?
After some research, I came up with a conclusion. It is enough. I am worthy of the title “writer”.
A writer writes…a lot. They work at it every day. They hone their skills. They gain more and more confidence with every word they place on paper. They accept rejection, and keep on submitting. They practice, practice, practice. All with the hope of one day being able to earn the distinction of “Author”.
For me becoming a published author is the end game. It’s my dream, what I am striving for. But for now, I’m content.
So the next time someone asks me what I do. I am proudly going to proclaim, I’M A WRITER!