As writers we tend to dream our story lines, content with naysayers, visualize the smiles on our readers faces while they flip through our penned pages and a hundred other emotions, like writer's block, timelines, research, deadlines, submitting, anxiously anticipating a response, and more.
Our minds fill with characters who talk to us at the most inappropriate times. Do we care?
Once upon a time there was a writer who dreamed of becoming a storyteller and moved forward on his or her dream. Are you this writer?
Don't self-publish...self-publish...don't go with this publisher...change this...edit that...
I pick up my pen and write. I am a writer! I don't listen to others when they put my time and effort down.
I. AM. A . WRITER.
Do I sound as though I'm rambling? Perhaps I am or perhaps I am simply painting a small portrait of a mind of a writer during his or her writing process...insane...unbalanced...yet very fulfilling for that writer.
Do I care what other non-writers think?
The verdict isn't clear in my mind...I want to write...am I good enough...can I be a Stephen King...do I care?
Proudly I enter a room and when asked what I do...I smile...and say...
I am a writer, a very good writer.
Finally, I have no indecision anymore.
I write because I want to.
I write because it heightens my senses and allows the storyteller in me to come out and play.
I write because there are people in my head who want to come out and show their story.
I. AM. A. WRITER.
I. AM. A. PROUD. WRITER.