I now confidently call myself a writer. Looking back through my life, though, I don't know if there was ever a time I wasn't a writer. I remember writing creative short stories at nine years old, printing them at my grandma's house, and stapling them together to make them into a real book. I discovered poetry in middle school and with significant encouragement from my English teacher, I started keeping my own poetry journals. She still asks about my writing. Around the time of the pandemic, I started a blog as a senior in high school. I continued it on and off through college. One year out of college, here I am, still writing. Really, though, I don't think I ever introduced myself as a writer to anyone until my fiancé introduced me as such to his friends. I remember being completely caught off guard. The title feels awkward sometimes still. I mean, I haven't published books yet. I AM a writer, though.
In the summer, I like to get outside and hike in the early morning before the heat of the day kicks in. The soft slanted light and cooler air feels creatively charged--a special time that I've set aside for my mind and body and soul. This year, I'm excited to have a couple of experimental creative projects to work on. I know the time will fly and I want to be intentional it. Thank you for mentioning Holly's class--very tempting. 🌊🌊🌊
Well first, I get your postcards, and to me they absolutely count as poetry. I always hold them close.
Second - that printable 😍
Third - “being a writer” is funny. I started calling myself one again recently. I even got business cards ☺️
*(Waiting on their arrival. Waiting for them to say “waiter.”)*
But the comes then question: “what do you write?”
That’s been tricky to answer over the years, but now I say essays.
I thought that might get me booted from my writer’s group made up of mainly mystery authors, but they just cheer me on with my teeny stories and I cheer them on with their big, slightly stabby ones 🥰
I now confidently call myself a writer. Looking back through my life, though, I don't know if there was ever a time I wasn't a writer. I remember writing creative short stories at nine years old, printing them at my grandma's house, and stapling them together to make them into a real book. I discovered poetry in middle school and with significant encouragement from my English teacher, I started keeping my own poetry journals. She still asks about my writing. Around the time of the pandemic, I started a blog as a senior in high school. I continued it on and off through college. One year out of college, here I am, still writing. Really, though, I don't think I ever introduced myself as a writer to anyone until my fiancé introduced me as such to his friends. I remember being completely caught off guard. The title feels awkward sometimes still. I mean, I haven't published books yet. I AM a writer, though.
Having someone really see you as a writer and name it is such a gift. Especially someone you love!
In the summer, I like to get outside and hike in the early morning before the heat of the day kicks in. The soft slanted light and cooler air feels creatively charged--a special time that I've set aside for my mind and body and soul. This year, I'm excited to have a couple of experimental creative projects to work on. I know the time will fly and I want to be intentional it. Thank you for mentioning Holly's class--very tempting. 🌊🌊🌊
Last year we walked in the early mornings of August. Those days seemed charged with power. I'm excited about your creative experiments!
Well first, I get your postcards, and to me they absolutely count as poetry. I always hold them close.
Second - that printable 😍
Third - “being a writer” is funny. I started calling myself one again recently. I even got business cards ☺️
*(Waiting on their arrival. Waiting for them to say “waiter.”)*
But the comes then question: “what do you write?”
That’s been tricky to answer over the years, but now I say essays.
I thought that might get me booted from my writer’s group made up of mainly mystery authors, but they just cheer me on with my teeny stories and I cheer them on with their big, slightly stabby ones 🥰
P.S. You are my FAVORITE poet 🩵
First, YOU are my favorite waiter!
Second, I bet you've already found her, but do you know about Summer Brennan's essay work? I love this video: https://www.awritersnotebook.org/p/a-year-of-writing-dangerously-workshop💙💙💙
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