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?