This weekend I met a wonderful young lady at a Cub Scout campout. I found out that she majored in Journalism from Texas A&M University. At first I felt a little silly because here I am trying to get a novel published, and she has a degree in writing! I quietly muttered," Well, I wrote a novel" and hoped that she wouldn't think I was silly. To my surprise, she didn't laugh at me! She didn't even ask if I've been published! She simply said that she thought it was fantastic and would love to hear more!
So, my question this fine evening is....why am I so reluctant to call myself a writer? To tell others about my accomplishment that so many others will never get to say? I just need to buck up (probably a Texas phrase) and be proud of what I've done! Do I have an agent? No. Am I close to having one? I hope. But whether or not I have representation or a book on the shelves of Barnes and Noble, I am a writer. And I think I'm a pretty darn good one!
So I shout it from the mountain tops...."I AM A WRITER!!" (That felt pretty good)
I ended up making a good friend this weekend that I think will help my writing career in the end, and also a friend that I could really see myself hanging out with. It's crazy that you can meet people in the weirdest places. Mine was at a Cub Scout campout.
Anyone else feel the way I do?
So, my question this fine evening is....why am I so reluctant to call myself a writer? To tell others about my accomplishment that so many others will never get to say? I just need to buck up (probably a Texas phrase) and be proud of what I've done! Do I have an agent? No. Am I close to having one? I hope. But whether or not I have representation or a book on the shelves of Barnes and Noble, I am a writer. And I think I'm a pretty darn good one!
So I shout it from the mountain tops...."I AM A WRITER!!" (That felt pretty good)
I ended up making a good friend this weekend that I think will help my writing career in the end, and also a friend that I could really see myself hanging out with. It's crazy that you can meet people in the weirdest places. Mine was at a Cub Scout campout.
Anyone else feel the way I do?