I’m a Writer.
I’m loud and proud about that and if I had my way I’d just openly pimp that 24/7 because it’s what I love, it’s not a chore for me, it’s not hard, it’s just what I love. I’ve also written about it over here about declaring that you’re a writer and how it’ll make you feel.
I’m also fiery whenever the word Writer is mention and whenever I can actually bring it up.
I love heated discussions with other Writers about plots and twists. Ask me about the nitty gritty of writing characters and point of view, even bring up different registers and character archetypes. I’ll fiercely challenge every point or agree with enthusiasm. And be prepared to refill your choice of beverage time and time again because you won’t be able to step away from the conversation if you’re in the know and if you want to know more about it. I can guarantee you I can talk about writing from when the sun rises to when it sets. It’s why I’m constantly studying to learn more; why I’m coaching to get more out of myself and my clients.
It’s what makes my world turn.
What I can’t stand?
Having writing belittled. Or told that it won’t get me any money.
I’m not in this for the money. I’m not in this for the fame and the glory that could come with a lucky break. I just want to touch one reader who is willing to follow me and support me, but even if they can’t do that I just want that one book to change someone’s life like I have had books change my life. Writers like Rachel Vincent, Melissa Marr, Richelle Mead, Laurell K Hamilton have changed my life. They opened my eyes up to the world that is technicoloured and spruced with excitement and joy. My favourite thing to do: get lost in a book and befriend the characters so I can relive what happens to them like I was a part of their story the whole time.
That’s what I hold onto when I write my words and compose that novel laying the foundations with every sentence and paragraph.
Nothing can touch me when I’m in that zone.
After all of the bullying and all of the heartache I’ve had to go through, I can think of nothing more insulting. Money doesn’t make the world go round, while we all need it to survive, working to live doesn’t suit me one bit and I’d rather live to work. I’d rather be more passionate over one thing in my life than anything else because when I write and I nurture my writerly insides I nurture my entire life. My mornings are easier to get up to, the nights are easier to go to sleep to and everything in between makes more sense.
Life just makes sense when I take the time to nurture the Writer within. I shine brighter when I have the time to do that.
And the even better part of regular practice? I doubt myself less because I’m constantly coming back to the keyboard to get my frustrations out, to get my life in order to just live. I’m a joy to be around when I have the space and the freedom to play with the characters in my head. I laugh more when I can sit down and talk to Lucy or Lyra of even just jotting down new things. I can’t grasp why people put such a heavy monetary action to that. Money doesn’t make me happy, yeah it allows me to live a little easier but it won’t get me to where I want to go.
Don’t let anyone belittle what you love if you enjoy the lyricaism of poetry, then do it; if you’d rather be poor and happy than rich and unhappy, go for it. Busk for coins, share your art and your creativity out there. Don’t get disheartened because you don’t know who you’re touching. No one will tell you until you put yourself out there and get real vulnerable.
If you’re like me and sometimes your grammar (or most of the time) isn’t up to scratch, don’t worry. No one can make you feel insecure but yourself. Own that you’re not perfect, because no one is, and own that it’s your style. All you can do is get your fingers to the keyboard and do your best.
That’s where the magic happens.