The woman who writes my thoughts more eloquently than I can has spurred me to contemplate a companion piece to this, her most recent blog. Because, while Rachel always aspired to write and lost her way, I never had that aspiration. Thus, I had to find my way back to my soul via a s similar, but less well marked path.
At what point do you become a writer? Is it when you first put pencil to paper or hands to keys and write a story? Or does your writing have to be published somewhere that people, and especially your friends and family, can tangibly see and touch it? Or is it when you start getting paid for the words you write? It’s something every writer ponders, and it’s been written about by nearly all of them.
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