When did you start seeing yourself a writer?
You’ve probably already guessed, it wasn’t when I sourced a quill or typewriter to start writing a debut novel. Yes, I have tried it all to kick myself in to gear. It also won’t be when I’ve retired (if that’s still a thing when I get there) with a library of titles.
In actual fact, I have considered myself a writer since I was in my final years of school. I wrote my stories and poems onto scraps of paper, corners of exercise books and gifted carefully crafted verses within seemingly generic celebratory cards.
Though I had not published anything, I was still a writer. I was a dreamer, and a destroyer, of worlds untold. Worlds I wanted to share. Everyday I told myself, that was the day I’d start my journey, and only now, looking back I realise I’d always been on the journey.
Writers do not need to be published, or seen (though it is a nice thing to have). They need to do what they love – to write, to document, to dream and to create. They need to share their story whether it’s fact, or fiction.
Now if you were to ask me when I stared to introduce myself as a writer… I will have to let you know.
