I write. Therefore I’m a writer. I wish I had realized that a long time ago, then I wouldn’t have wasted many years going round and round in my own town, trying to establish an identity in something other than writing. Which I should have known would only end up in failure because we can only be what we really are—what we are passionate about. We can only do what we love to do—what gives us joy, however great or small, each day. We can’t lie to ourselves about it, because if we do, eventually things are going to fall apart.
So, although I’m not a published writer, selling millions to make a living—selling at all in fact, I’m still a writer. When people ask what I do for a living—what is my job, I will tell them that I write, and I’m a writer. Because that is what I am and was meant to be.
To not be a bore with my life story and such, I’ll sum up where I am now and where I want to be. Currently I want to publish 3 fiction stories that have been on the back burner for a few years—waiting, while I wandered around trying to find my identity in the wrong places. I intend to publish my stories and poetry. I’ll keep you posted on my progress…
Thank you for reading this and visiting my blog–it is extremely appreciated 🙂