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I've been reading what others have done to move closer and
closer to that space where they are comfortable calling themselves a writer,
where being a writer is their work. I’m
slowly crawling there, though it is more challenging than one might think. I’ve been comfortable saying I would write more
and willing to share my writing with
the world, but am I really?
Must you have a publishing house give you a title, or are you
a writer once you pen your first story and present it to the world.
It’s tough to put one’s self out into the world
knowing that you will face rejection time and time again. Even with a simple blog, I find this to be
true. Many of my friends don't know I
have a blog. I guess it is easier to put
myself out into the world among people I do not know, but I am getting bolder. Admitting that is a first step for me.
Was I a writer from
the moment I handed my fourth-grade teacher, Miss Caro, a fake book report? The class was assigned a book report, and we
were told to choose a book from the library and write a review, a book report
as they were called back then. I loved
the library as a child, and I still do as an adult, but I did not go to the
library for that assignment or pick out a book to read. Instead, I wrote a review of a story I made
up. I created a story, title, and author,
and then wrote a review. After all these years, I barely remember the story except for the main character, a young wheelchair-bound girl who struggled at school. The review of my fake book is what I handed
to Miss Caro as the book report she assigned.
She never knew, or if she did, she chose not to say anything. I still wonder if she was curious about the book I was reporting, as she could have easily checked
to find the title, and the author did not exist.
Well, she gave me a high mark and that was important at the time, that
and the freedom to write, and make my own story.
You see, it is easier when you are a child when you have
nothing to lose.
Aw, I don't think you have anything to lose sharing your writing with others. I can relate to how it's scary putting your work out there, though. What a cool kid you were to make up a story and write you own review! I always stayed within the lines and was afraid of messing up as a kid. Still sort of that way now…but I'm trying to let go bit by bit. Hope you share more of your talent with the world! :)
ReplyDeleteI am trying! When I think about what I did as a child, I just smile. I so wish I had kept the work. Your support is truly appreciated. I am heading over to your blog to have a look. ~M
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