You’re a Real Writer
I know you don’t think so. You see the “real writers” as the people who have multiple books published, who show up and speak at conferences, who announce this deal or that one, have reviews in professional journals, and who get paid actual money for their books. But the distinction isn’t in the way we put on our pants in the morning. The typing words into the computer thing is the same for all of us, trust me.
That writer you think is so far beyond you still has days she’s convinced nothing she’s writing works. That writer who made a big deal last week is chewing his fingernails off, convinced that this is the last book he’ll get paid for. The writer you heard speak at that conference last year is struggling for a new agent and a new contract for a book she got told wasn’t going to sell. And the writer who landed a new agent at that same conference is still struggling to make his first sale.
We all stare at the computer screen, not sure if what we’re doing make sense or is worth our time. We all have days that no words get written. We all have days where we have to prioritize family even when the words are streaming out of our minds. We all struggle to believe we’re good enough, that our ideas matter, that this work is still something worth getting up for in the mornings.
And we all do the same thing to fight against these fears. We keep writing.
That’s what makes a “real” writer. Do you write? Are you working on something? Are you scared of your own audacity in writing? Are you willing to admit your dreams? Do you keep at it even when it seems useless? Do you write because you like writing, not because you want to be published? Do you wish you were writing the way that other people wish they were at the beach? Do you write novels while you’re doing the dishes? Do you meet people and want to put them in your own books?
You’re a real writer.