I’m a writer. Or am I?
What makes a writer? Well, one would think that the simple act of writing makes one a writer. But simply throwing random words on the page isn’t writing. Writing is about evoking emotion in the reader, about creating worlds and characters out of thin air and bringing them to life. There is a certain thrill in that from the writer’s perspective, knowing that each word you write gives your characters skin, and blood, and bones, and a beating heart, so that later when you inevitably break those same character’s hearts in a love story or spill their blood in a violent confrontation, or eventually give them a triumphant victory after numerous failed attempts, it becomes real. It is earned.
So, I’m writing a novel. I don’t know if I will be successful at it, but I’m going to try my damnedest. Why? Because inside everyone is a powerful story that needs to be told. Maybe one day, you can enjoy mine.