Last night I sat at my computer, like normal. I hacked away at the keyboard, fighting with getting some wording just right in the chapter on which I worked. I was a little tired, maybe a little frustrated.
I hit the Save button, and thought about shutting down for the night.
It would have been a rough end to the day.
Instead, I started browsing some of my files.
Know what I found?
- Two novels written, one heavily edited, one in rough form.
- One novel in progress, possibly to be completed in rough form by the end of June.
- Numerous short stories.
- Several versions of a query letter, synopsis, author bio, etc.
- Almost a hundred blog posts, some on writing, some on life, but all written.
- Dozens of rejection letters, but one very important acceptance letter.
- Lots of correspondences with fellow-writers, people from whom I've gained more knowledge than I ever knew I needed but now value above much else.
- A handful of new friends.
Not a bad haul, considering I only started writing in earnest less than two years ago.
So, I decided to share my one piece of writerly advice. It's a good piece. It came to me by way of a great teacher.
If you want to be a writer, write.
I get fatigued by the phrase "aspiring writer."
If you're a writer, you write.
Do you write? You're a writer. Dammit. Just do it.
Because the only way to be a writer is to write.