My first weblog. This is my declaration to the world that I am a WRITER. I have never felt worthy of the title, though I’ve been writing stories and songs ever since I learned to form letters on a Big Chief Tablet with an oversized pencil.
(A pause here as I go clean up the puddle of pee my 2-year-old daughter was happy to show me in the living room. Only 30 seconds after we had visited the potty.)
I belong to writer’s groups, enter stories in contests, read writer’s magazines and books, work hard to create meticulous formatting. I think I have mastered that elusive form called a query letter, and have finished a novel. I’m serious about creating a professional-looking website.
(Another pause as I acknowledge my son’s portrayal of King Kong being hauled off in chains. I play my part as the beautiful woman saying a tearful good-bye.)
I heard that having a blog is a good way of honing your writing skills, since there is very little editing. One simply dashes off a post and goes on to the next one.
(This time I pause to put the laundry in the dryer. In future posts I will allow you to creatively insert these pauses yourself.)
If I declare it to the world, I may feel worthy. Just as much as I am a mother, a singer, a do-it-yourselfer…
I am a writer.
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