When I first read the title, I thought, “Oh! How fun! I wonder what it could be?” Then I read the next line. “Check these off your list someday, and you’ll be able to look anybody in the eye and say with assurance, ‘I am a writer’”(Writer’s Digest, September 2011).
Wait a minute…what did I just read?
“Check these off your list someday”? (Wow, someday, huh? It’s good to know that this writer has a little faith in her fellow writer kind. What does someday mean exactly? Remember when you asked your parents for candy at the store? What if they responded with, “Someday.” You know how you would have interpreted that? Someday…meant never).
“…You’ll be able to look anybody in the eye and say with assurance, “I am a writer.”
The list of ten included everything from publishing a short story, to taking a writing retreat, to writing a novel, to freelancing for money…
And except for writing a novel (which I have done…or at least taken my stab at…) I haven’t done a thing on this list. Not even published a short story.
But you know what? I’m saying it anyway (I even practiced in the mirror this morning)…
I am a writer.
Let me say this again….
I am a writer.
There, I said it.
And you know what? It felt pretty good. Say it with me. I dare you. I am a writer. Feels good, doesn’t it?
You know why it feels good to say that finally? Because if you write, you are a writer. I write. I am a writer. I am not an aspiring writer. If I wasn’t writing, I might be an aspiring writer. But even then, I’ve learned a lot of the work done for a novel or short story or poem is done inside my mind first. I will say this: I am an aspiring author. An author is an entirely different definition. But a writer…well, a just look up the word in your dictionary. Here, I did it for you. Just click that link: Writer
According to Webster, a writer is someone who writes.
Hey, is it just me or does that definition forget the words “published” or “freelance” or “conference.” Hmmm, maybe Webster has it wrong…
Or, maybe it’s by our own definition do we call ourselves a “writer.”
Today, I’m inspired to write because I am finally calling myself a writer. And I didn’t even blink an eye. I didn’t wince. I didn’t feel the need to explain, justify, or defend myself. I am a writer, because I say so.
And you know what? A dinosaur didn’t try to attack me…
No one turned to me to point and scream after I said it…
Or thought I was a fake or a fraud….
Or called me a Goonie.
So say it. I dare you.