"I'm a writer."
Uttering these words is difficult--and they are never proffered as a perfectly sincere and true answer to the question of "what do you do?". Oh, I've a long list of labels that I'm perfectly happy in owning up to (some flattering, some not), but somehow "writer" is not a label that I've owned. Certainly my reluctance has nothing to do with shame in writing. Rather as an appreciative reader of many writers' offerings, I've conferred a sacredness to that art. Simply put, I've never felt that I had attained whatever measure one attains to call themselves a writer.
So if "I think, therefore I am" works; then "I write, therefore I am a writer" must work. This year, I'm going to give voice to being a writer.
5 comments:
write on!
Always appreciate your prose Liesa.
Best wishes for 2010.
r. saunders
RS: Happy New Year!
I truly enjoy your writing and I have a similar ambition, to be a painter. My wife made index cards with my name and artist at the top and I was touched! Foxton
Ken, thanks so much for your nice comment and sharing your story!
I like your flair. You have a gift for writing.
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