As a little girl, I knew I wanted to write. Among other things, but this was one of my favorite pastimes. I got better and better the older I got. But one thing was always the same – I claimed writing as something I liked to do, but I never claimed “writer” as someone I was.
That is beginning to change. It’s hard some days. You say “I’m a writer” and someone will say “have you written any books?” I still can’t say yes to that question, but I can say I’m working on one and have ideas for two more. Even more, I am cultivating the discipline day after day, weaving it more and more into my life. Even when it’s hard. Even when life’s demands seem determined to steal my writing time. Even when the words are feeling tired and empty. It is still becoming intricately entwined.
So . . . I find myself a little more willing each day to say, “Yes, I am a writer.” And I work on not comparing myself to other writers. Because ultimately what makes a writer is someone who found her own voice and told her own stories. I don’t have to be like anyone else. My process doesn’t have to play out like anyone else’s. My book will come out in its own time, its own way. But for all the writing I will have to do just to get to that point? I might as well go on and claim it now.
I am a writer.
*Today I am linking up with Lisa-Jo Baker’s Five Minute Friday.