What was that Eureka moment when I knew I was a writer?
dawned on me that I hated cooking. What a shock and a relief. That was
more of a whadaya know? kind of moment. I hate cooking.
Well whadaya know?
never learn everything there was to know in the world. That was a What? Noooooo! kind of a moment.
my favourite cereal.
head to put myself to sleep at night, or from the back seat of the family
station wagon as we traveled across Canada every summer.
great letter writer from my adolescence on. I WAS a writer, only I didn’t
know it. I didn’t know I could call myself a writer.
Children’s Literature while my own children were toddling around my
knees. I wanted to see if someone else thought I might be a writer.
They did think so. But I didn’t believe them.
I thought my instructor was too nice and didn’t give enough critique. Her comments were always more positive than negative and I didn’t
think that was helpful at all.
how would I know I was a writer unless I got published? But if I did send
something to a publisher and didn’t get published how would I know
whether it was because they couldn't use it or because I wasn’t really a
writer? What a vicious convoluted circle.
for school newsletters and Sunday School papers. I even created an
entire mid-week kids’ club curriculum for our church. And I still didn’t
think I could call myself a writer. I didn’t know that having my writing
in those little newsletters WAS “being published”.
As cliché as it sounds, I couldn’t NOT write.
At conferences and writing groups I found out they were ordinary quirky
people just like me. They were all at different stages in their writing
journeys, they each had their own styles of writing and unique voices,
and I was okay right where I was. As others shared their journeys I
realized I could relate.
was an intuitive writer. He never planned ahead of time what was going
to happen, he just wrote and let the story happen on the fly.
(Some people call this a pantser) In fact, one time one of his main
characters got up and walked out right in the middle of the book
and he had to rewrite the whole thing.
I thought, “Hey, that’s the way I write! And it’s okay.”
That was my AHA! moment, which lands somewhere on the spectrum
between whadaya know and EUREKA! That’s when I knew I could
call myself a writer.
an anthology, FellowScript (a Christian Writers Magazine), and my blog.
Being able to call myself a writer has given me the courage to
send out manuscripts whether they be rejected or not.
It doesn’t matter. I’m still a writer.
my EUREKA! moment. Or as close to EUREKA! as someone like me gets.
definitely a writer; that from the very beginning God gifted and called me
to write, with my own unique voice. And that doing so brings Him joy.
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