At 4 am, as I quit writing on my 12 page blog post …. I might break it up into sections for you.
I read this writer who has quit writing, because she is teaching writing classes.
As she writes of her need to quit, and her need to keep a roof over her head, and living a long distance relationship with her family, am I the only one who thinks, “Maybe it is time to quit the day job?”
What do ya’ll think?
At what point is one allowed to call oneself a writer is a question that I’ve spent far too much time contemplating. When I was younger, I would shy away from calling myself a writer because my writing wasn’t serious, wasn’t good, wasn’t published, wasn’t published in a paying magazine, and myriad of other reasons. I now say that the only thing that makes a person a writer is that they write (something I’ve heard a lot of other people say for a long time before I accepted its obvious truth). As long as I spend a good portion of my time getting words on the page, I am a writer. Maybe not a good one, a successful one or any other qualifier, but I am inarguably a writer, though there is always a little (or huge) part of me that doesn’t think I can call myself one. Part of the…
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