How often do we ask ourselves that question? And what does it mean? I’ve paid my dues to RWA for over ten years, and I’ve belonged to two local chapters that long as well. So, surely I can consider myself a writer. I tell people I’m a writer.
Am I lying?
I just finished reading an interview with New York Times Best Selling author, Harlan Coben, about writing. His comments really hit home. He said, Writers Write! We’ve all heard that before, right? He went on to say, ‘and if you are not writing, then you are not a writer.’
If that’s the case, I haven’t seriously written in years. Oh, I’ve played around at writing. I’ve even taken classes, attended workshops, gone to conferences and been in critique groups. But I’ve never really put my writing first. I’ve never made it a priority in my life. I simply write when the mood hits, or I have nothing else going on.
That ended January 1, 2011!
I made a New Year’s resolution to write every single day, no matter what. And I’ve stuck to that promise. And I’ve seen great progress. I know, it’s only been 31 days, but a lot has changed.
First, I will never put my writing ahead of my family. I love them way too much for that. I live for Friday nights when I get the grandkids. That is not going to change. My friends mean the world to me, and I will always strive to be the kind of friend they need. My friends are my lifeline to the world. I can’t live without them. I’ll take care of my health, my sanity and the people I care about.
Everything else in my world is up for grabs! I can live without my job, thank God, I no longer need a spotless house with the toilets sparkling. A quick wipe here and there is enough. Laundry, well, when I get desperate, I buy more clothes. TV. I love watching TV, but now I record everything and watch my favorite shows at my convenience, and without those annoying commercials.
I can’t tell you how unimportant the yard is, window shopping, cleaning the car, or cleaning closets are to me lately. I once considered cleaning therapy. Now writing is. It makes my soul smile.
So, while those I love and care about won’t notice anything different, I have. I’m happier when I write. I love the idea that I can create something that just might touch someone’s heart.
Finally, in just one short month, I feel like I am a writer.
Let’s see what next month brings.