Well, I’ve just started on my one and only coffee for the day, and … realised just how difficult things can be before that moment. Coffee doesn’t save me, it doesn’t perk me, it doesn’t actually do anything, but the day will not kick into gear without it. I’m not a junky. It’s only one. But it has to be at the right time. This time, or everything goes off-key for the rest of the day.
And that’s not how I want it to be. It can’t be. I have a job that defines how I see myself, who I am. I need to find inspiration at ‘this’ time every day. It’s my job. An important job.
Not a paying job. Not earning enough to pay tax. But it’s my full-time professional output based on years of experience and learning and continual updating of skills.
What do I do?
I write. My job label is writer, author, fool. It’s what I do.
Is it who I am?
Not a silly question, not a play with semantics, not being pedantic. I write, therefore, am I a writer? What is it that makes a writer?
What are the important things to consider? I read this (Chuck Wendig), and thought about it. If I’d received that advice at 24, would I have believed it, acted on it? Would I have the courage to put out novel after novel after novel just to feel/fulfil that need to tell stories?
Well, short story long (the bane of reading something by a writer), I did keep going. One was published, almost no sales, disappointing, and then it changed. Fear crept in. No one liked it.
I didn’t keep sending stuff out to the world. I didn’t let anyone else read them (foster-kids don’t count because they owned the stories too) and I didn’t take it seriously. Why not?
It didn’t earn me money. It wouldn’t earn enough to keep the garden alive, let alone the kids and animals.
Who was I then? A variety of labels for the jobs I undertook to provide cash-flow. A carer to kids and animals, a provider of provender and shelter, a sounding board and ironing board and cheque-book, as well as the driver, teacher of skills of same (even without a licence – but don’t tell anyone!), tutor, hugger (based on different rules for each kid), animal trainer, front-man to the world. Lots of other things.
Notice one thing missing?
At that time, I didn’t put the label of writer on my life. I wasn’t then a writer, even though I penned stories, spoke stories, dreamed and scribbled and planned stories.
I didn’t put them out there for the world to see.
And, to me, that’s the single most important thing a writer needs to do. If I were a bard or a nomad or a shaman or any other form of storytelling person, would I keep the words to myself? Would I be allowed to do that?
Not even going to answer it. You know the answer.
And the writer doesn’t have just one story to tell. You can’t be a writer with only one notch on your belt. No one will see the story if there’s only one among millions.
The question remains: Who am I? How do I answer it now:
I am a writer who writes several books each year, publishes them, and then goes on to write another.
Why do I call myself a writer if it doesn’t earn me enough to keep me fed?
Because I love it; I can’t not do it; the obsession doesn’t end with the first story – it gets worse! There are so many more stories that now clamour at my door because they found someone who wants to tell stories! So, in they come, drop their ideas and plans and little twisty bits because they know the words will find a way to the world.
In the words of the Musae, ‘It’s brill, chicken, so tell my story first.’
I am a storyteller, a writer, an author.
Who are you?
Writing: Good Therapy for me!
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To answer you question, I would need a lot more time, but I’ll keep it short.
I am a guy with a quill, an interpreter of our society.
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A fellow teller of tales
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We are so much alike, except you actually got published, we are both driven by our writing.
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I could offer help if you want to self-publish …???
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I will want to very soon and I will contact you if I need your help. Thanks for your offer.
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Lovely post-I relate to a lot. I turned to my son and said, who do you think I am? He said “you’re a delusional mother with a large imagination.” I kind of agree 😂
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An excellent response – I laughed, imagined I could hear it!
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Such a good piece, and a great invitation. Writer and soul guide
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who am I? thinks about all the stuff I do, the people I’m related to/involved with, the stuff I enjoy, things that are important to me. how I was when I was young, how life evolves. the thoughts that come tumbling out. hmmm. I’d like to say I’m this, that or the other thing but I’m just myself. Everything else can change but I’m still just myself.
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And that’s exactly who you are
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Your comment on Marilyn Armstrong’s post led me to your blog this morning. I became curious. Who is this person who made a canoe of barbed wire to float in a muddy creek? Where did s/he grow up? Then I come to your blog and read this description of who you are.”I can’t not do”; “There are so many more stories that now clamour at my door,” etc. all wrong the bell. For whom? A Presbyterian minister whose former weekly venue was the pulpit before turning to full-time writing. My equivalent of your first published novel — a collection of essays with the title “Be Still! Departure from Collective Madness” — was published a year ago this month.
The year since publication leads me to add another distinctive to the “writer” job description: acting as one’s own pimp. -:). I love to write. I detest the self-promotion. I’m sure you do, too.
So…here’s the question. Where did you grow up by the muddy creek?
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West Midlands District of Western Australia – to the east, near the salted lakes and inland drovers track. Middle of nowhere, right next door to the black stump – and if you know where that it, we were 100 miles to the other side …
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Hi, I have nominated you for The Blogger Recognition Award. Check it out and obey the rules.
https://whimsicalblogfeed.wordpress.com/2018/01/12/the-blogger-recognition-award/
I hope you support the WordPress community.
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Thank you Rudra. I appreciate the nomination. You know there’s a ‘but’ though, don’t you? Due to my schedule and overload of other writing responsibilities, I can’t do these as extras.
Thank you for your kind thoughts and for reading my stories.
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Thank you for informing me. I appreciate your response. 😊
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I ask myself the same question. It’s complex. My whole blog is about it.
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Hello, I’m just joining in justjotjan but i found your prompt word tricky and just included it the opening line in a other post for diff. one, sorry about that. Maybe should try harder or something? Just saying Hi and having a look at the prompt pickers blogs etc. Did the picgback worked? So if you wanna look please come on by to my blog, if not that’s cool and have a good day, cheers 🙂
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Oh no, you are who picked memories but I’ve leave a reply in your coffee one! So sorry about that, what a stuff up!
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Thanks to Sally at https://smorgasbordinvitation.wordpress.com/2018/02/12/smorgasbord-blog-sitting-specials-the-menu-and-contributors-february-15th-20th/ for the invitation to contribute to her site while she’s away for a short while.
I hope you enjoy this little snippet from my life as a writer.
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