There's a lot of crap in life. So much today that it feels like we're all buried in a giant litter box. It's all about how we handle the stinky stuff around us. We can do it alone or with friends... or ultimately with God.
Monday, July 16, 2007
Somebody thinks I rock!
I opened my inbox yesterday.
Imagine my surprise when I found out that my blog - the litterbox was chosen for the "Rockin' Girl Blogger" award!
Wow!
Not something to brush off when I share the honor with mega-blogs like ragamuffindiva, relevantblog and gracereign! I mean, those gals are REAL writers as in PUBLISHED folk.
Okay, so I'm published...
but not books...
yet.
I guess I'm still not considering my self a "real" writer. I've been writing steadily for over a year now - articles, blogs, book & CD reviews.
Why am I hesitant to list myself among the legit?
Precisely, what defines a bonafide writer?
Someone who can spell? Someone who can diagram sentences while making monkey bread? Someone who can quote classic prose in the security line at the airport? A person who gets PAID for melding words and phrases? A hermit, holed up in a drafty cottage with a rickety Smith-Corona?
I'm none of those things. I do drink coffee.
My hang up is the money thing. How can I call myself a professional writer if I very rarely get paid for what I do best?
I'm under a lot of pressure from the budget powers that be to either start making $$ from my writing, or find a "real" job.
To me, "real-job" = something I'd hate doing.
Been there, done that. Hated every minute of it.
Yet I struggle to write.
What if I can't sell this? What if it takes years to find a home for my book? How am I going to pay off my student loans? I've deferred them as much as I can, and need to find the money two months ago...
I'm discovering that worry, and lack of faith are biggie creativity slayers. Also, my fear of naming myself as a writer...
Ahhh, there it is... fear.
If I call myself a writer, I'm under the belief I must succeed. I must become the next JK Rowling (after all, Harry's done come August). If I fail... then what?
Been on that gnarly path before...
Here's my prayer today: Jesus, I believe you called me to be a writer. Help me with my doubt.
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4 comments:
I'm torn between wanting to give you a big hug and say "it's ok!" and wanting to run around shouting "She said monkey bread! I love monkey bread!".
Is that weird?
It is a subject that comes up again and again. What makes a writer? In my opinion if you write often, and do it for either love or money, then you're a writer. And if you've completed a novel length work (even if it's non-fiction), then you can add "author" to your list.
Perhaps telling people that you're a writer would be more beneficial. I keep telling people that I want to be a writer- and that's a little defeating.
You crack me up!
I love monkey bread too. Never made it, maybe should.
I hear you on the "wannabe" part. I do that too.
But...
we're both published writers for Titletrakk!
You got a point! We definitely are writers- just working on the author part.
And my Grandma makes the best monkey-bread. Too bad she lives 1200 miles away.
Does she (your grandma) live near me? Yummy yummy!
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