Since I was a child my dream has been to become a published author. Outside of faith and family, I cannot think of a better calling for me. I love to write.
I remember when I was 13 my teacher marked a paper I wrote and scribbled in the comments section, "I look forward to reading your stories in a book one day." That was the first time I realized that there was a possibility of my dream becoming a reality. When I was in Grade 12 I took Writer's Craft, and wrote a short story that my teacher encouraged me to try and publish.
Something has always held me back. I've never seriously looked into publishing any of my work, but I still continue to dream about the possibilities. I think one of my biggest obstacles is fear. Writing makes a person vulnerable, and asking for feedback on your writing is terrifying.
I love writing this blog, and am seriously grateful to any one who reads it. This blog has given me so much satisfication and joy. It's the first time that I have truly committed to writing on a continual basis. It's sharpened and honed my writing skill, and given me a creative outlet.
Each day after writing a blog a hit the word publish. This small word releases my story to you all. Still, I don't feel like I can call myself a writer. I'm publishing myself. Nobody else is saying, "yes, you should publish this, here let me do that for you." Do I even have the right to call myself a writer?
Fear is what is stopping me from pursuing my passion. Fear is what is limiting my creativity. Fear is what is preventing me from calling myself a simple word: writer.
Today I'll start here. Hey friends, I'm a writer. My next step? Click publish.