Imposter

When I first started writing with a purpose, (to empty my head of snarky, persistent characters) I did not consider myself a writer. No, I was just writing - ‘pantsing’ as some call it. I had no structure for my story. No beginning, middle or end. I was just writing what was swimming in my brain and getting to know my characters. I was the greenest of green when it came to knowledge about the craft of writing. I just knew I had an urge to write, so I did. Eventually, I began to fall in love with my characters and decided they needed to live in a more organized manner so I asked for a little help. The internet provided some but what helped the most was a creative writing class (college level). I took one, then two, then a third and joined a writing group. When I was asked what I had been doing lately, I never said “writing” because, I did not consider myself to be a writer. I was an imposter. I was in no way good enough to be a writer. The very thought of saying to someone “I’m a writer, hoping to become a published author,” was ridiculous! Even now, saying I am an author causes my throat to close. But, I AM a writer. I write about things and people that are important to me. I have something to say. I am not perfect but I am not an imposter. I am a writer.

If you have something to say; write it down, let it pour out and bleed all over the page. Be the writer you are, not the imposter you think you are.

Every week I arrange some old bricks at the end of my driveway with a positive message to share with the folks who walk by. Here is this week’s thought.