Do you consider yourself a ‘real’ writer? Someone who is worthy of calling themselves a writer? Or do you think of yourself as someone who plays at being a writer? I think a lot of us fall into the latter category, at least when we first start writing.
My concept of a writer had always been someone who sits at their keyboards for hours on end, cranking out page after page of wonderfully written stories. Someone who comes up an idea for a book, zips out a proposal, ships it off to their editor or agent, then BAM!, they’ve got a contract lined up. Within just a couple months they have the book finished, polished and shipped back to said agent or editor, then sit back and wait for the book – and the royalties – to come out. Oh, if only it were that easy.
The people who ‘seem’ to be doing just that have also paid their dues. They’ve taken classes and workshops, attended conferences, entered contests and learned the craft. They’ve deleted or thrown away countless pages while learning. They’ve cried with rejections and danced with joy when they won awards and eventually sold. It’s a tough world out there. Like growing old, writing isn’t for sissies.
But folks, if you’re stringing coherent sentences together and forming paragraphs and pages of prose, then guess what? You’re a writer, pure and simple. Congratulations!
Now go forth and conquer. 🙂