A writer is one who produces literary content, including but not limited to stories, poetry, books, plays. The word is almost always synonymous with author.
By that definition, I am by no means a writer. I don’t write stories, fiction or non-fiction. I don’t write poetry. I have no intentions to write a book or a play.
I write this blog, yes. But, I don’t always invoke tears or laughter. I don’t always give my readers something to think about.
I don’t always write about what my toddler did today that taught me a profound lesson in parenthood or life.
I don’t offer wisdom of any kind on a regular basis.
I don’t write about postpartum depression, suicide prevention, divorce, single parenthood. I don’t write about the hard stuff, the serious stuff, the things that may help someone by sharing my experience.
I don’t spend hours on my posts. I don’t read, reread, edit, reedit, endlessly. I write when something comes to me, and I just have to write it down.
I find it difficult to write more than 300 words per post.
I have no distinctive style of writing.
There are times when I read blogs, whose writing sways me, strikes me, grabs me by the throat, brings tears to my eyes, puts a smile on my lips, brings laughter to my belly – and I feel inadequate. I feel like an imposter.
Then I read the comments on my posts and see the support and friendship that my blog has given me.
The realization that the words I have written has given me that, the immeasurable. That is enough.
I am not a writer. And that is fine with me.
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Do you think of yourself as a writer?
Linking with lovelinks #23.