Hi! I feel like I'm attending some kind of online AA meeting, and this is the part where I stand up in front of the whole circle and tell how long it's been since I've relapsed. So here goes...
Hi, my name is Bri, and I'm a writer. (your part: "Hi Bri.") Its been a while since I've written anything other than lesson plans though. I'm currently teaching 8th grade English, and when my students ask me if I always wanted to be a teacher, my standard answer is, "No, I want to be a writer when I grow up." but 8th graders, the little snots, tend to press the issue, so the next question is "Well, when will you be grown up?"
And that's the question I never have an answer to.
What does it mean to be a writer? To be published? To have people who don't have any romantic or familial obligation to you read and enjoy your work?
The goal of being a writer seems so lofty to me, almost some sort of fantasy. I compared it tonight to having a goal of learning to fly. And then those people who say, "Well, Bri, if you want to be a writer, writers write. Everyday." Those people annoy me (sorry Dad). To me, that's like saying "Birds fly. Everyday." Well of course they do, it's the getting to that point I'm confused with. Sitting down and banging on a keyboard for half an hour a day to become a writer is like standing in your front yard flapping your arms to learn to fly.
But what kind of role model would I be for my students if I let something like feeling silly and pointless stand between me and what I want to be when I grow up? So this is me going for it. Being a writer. Standing in my cyber front yard flapping my arms.