Using the Write 31 Days challenge, I’ve addressed my excuses one by one and turned a corner. I can now say, without a hint of irony, that I am a writer. I’m going to pause right there and savor the moment. It’s been a long time coming.
I’m a writer, not a Writer or a “writer”.
I think I’ve always known it deep down. I didn’t say it aloud because I didn’t write regularly. Or publicly. And I didn’t truly believe that I had anything to offer aside from stories about my kids and admissions of my quirks, which anyone who has spent more than fifteen minutes with me already knows.
What’s changed in the last month? Just my self-identification as a writer. I still don’t know exactly what I have to give my reader. Other than my experiences and perspective, my failings and faith. I have to believe that’s enough for today. So I’ll keep blogging, and I hope you’ll keep reading.