Ever since my Dad first read Matilda to me when I was five years old – doing all the voices of course – I’ve been in love with books! But, never in a million years did I imagine I would some day be writing one myself! It’s a bit daunting and I’ve been second guessing and thirteenth guessing myself, but as of today – January 17th 2019 – I am officially a writer!
You might think it’s a tad premature to call myself a writer, with no published books, no agent, not even a finished manuscript! But I read an article today and it was like the internet was screaming at me “Here! We knew you were waiting for this!”. I won’t quote the entire article, but particularly one section hit home and gave me the push I needed to proudly acknowledge that this is what I am!
When you finally call yourself a writer, it drives home the fact that this is real. It’s serious. We’re no longer talking about some vague ambition. You’re a professional writer who has to produce content, be that novels or nonfiction books or articles or whatever.
Go ahead and say it right now: “I am a writer.” The more it becomes real for you, the more it will drive you to sit down as much as possible and put words on the page.
Maybe it’s about having the right mindset? Maybe I just need to believe in myself a bit more? Whatever the reason, if I am going to make this a reality and find the drive to push on and work hard – I need to start right here:
“I am a writer”
This is my journey!