I always thought of writers as someone who was stupidly intelligent, with cleaver wit and a smoking jacket. I certainly don’t have a smoking jacket and there are other reasons why I have never felt comfortable calling or even thinking of myself as a writer. For one, I hated writing when I was young.
I guess being Dyslexic didn’t helped with confidence either and left me with a strong feeling that I was inadequate of being a writer.
As such, I never thought of myself as a writer and just got on with living,studying and working. That was until this last year.
Although I had been blogging on an off for 5 years about everything and nothing, I never considered it writing. It was just…blogging. I guess really that shows my perception of what a blogger and a writer was.
Writers are serious, write amazing art or popular material and make money (somehow. I guessed via magic) Bloggers do it casually for fun, no one really reads their stuff and they are usually self-indulgent rants.
Thanks a lot of Jeff Goins, who I originally came across randomly on twitter giving away a free eBbook (and what’s not to like about a free eBook) showed me that writers…er…write and call themselves writers. I realised that over the last 5 years I had published and enormous wealth of writing, my hatred of sitting down with a pen in hand and never knowing the spelling of words, had been replaced by a love of hammering out words on a keyboard.
That, in the end, I am a writer.
So that is my declaration, I writer, therefore I am a writer. A simple and joyful fact. Now I just want to be the best writer I can be.
A final note I have set up a blog to put up some of the short stories or writing prompts I am trying out. Please take a look and let me know what you think about them. http://CJWshortstories.wordpress.com