It is perhaps one of the hardest names which you can call yourself because it is not something you can back up. You can’t get it from a degree (although some degrees can make you better). It can be hard to prove unless you have a book in your hands with your name on it (although I’ve heard that some people still have their doubts). So how on earth can one call themselves a writer?
Over the past year I’ve been on a bit of a writing journey. This blog sort of lapsed in the process, but it is really what began my journey as a writer.
As far back as I can remember, I have wanted to become an author. It has always been something that I’ll do ‘one day’, but that day never really came. I never actually sat down and wrote anything beyond a first page.
Three and a half years ago I began to toy with the idea of creating a blog and two and a half years ago I began it. I blogged quite consistently for about two years but still there was something in me that refrained from admitting, outloud at least, that I was a writer. Sure being a writer was something that I always wanted to be, but when there is no tangible deadline, no editor breathing down your neck, it can be hard to see yourself as an actual writer.
But over the past year, with the exception of my blog, I’ve made some progress in writing. I completed a collection of short stories to a standard that I was pretty happy with. And I completed my first NaNoWriMo (although my story was neither linear or coherent). But am I quite ready to call myself a writer yet? I don’t think so. I might never have the confidence to call myself that, but writing is still something that I love and I don’t think I need a title to confirm that for me.