Can we talk about imposter syndrome for a minute? I struggle with this in nearly ever facet of my life. As a mother. As a wife. As a marketer. As a writer.
Somewhere along the way I decided that I wanted to be a writer. It didn’t matter that I wrote nearly every day. Now that I’ve completed eight manuscripts and birthed three into the self-publishing world, I still say “I want to be a writer.”
I am a writer. I put words on paper. I form sentences. I create stories. Sure it doesn’t pay the bills, nor is it my full-time job. How does that make me any less of a writer? Is it money that solidifies the definition? Awards? Recognition? An agent? Five-star reviews?
Being a writer is more than that. While, yes, I would love to have every single one of those things listed above, they are not what define a writer.
By definition, a writer is a person who uses written words in various styles and techniques to communicate their ideas.
This is what I do. I am a writer. A writer is a writer no matter what your imposter syndrome or the keyboard warriors have to say.
Your words matter.
Your writing maters.
You’re a writer.
You can what-of or but your way into any excuse as to why this isn’t true, but it is true. You are a writer. I am a writer.