When does a writer finally have the mind of a writer?
Or perhaps I should ask it differently: When does a writer become comfortable in his/her own skin?
Honestly, my mindset has made a remarkable transition these last few years. I’m confident in who I am and what I can accomplish. I believe that confidence comes by being comfortable with who you are and who you are not.
The writer I was a few years ago was riddled with doubt. Now don’t get me wrong, doubt is a common occurrence for every writer (as much as I can tell), so I’m not pretending I’m super-writer or something like that. But experience breeds a certain level of acceptance of who one is. And that is where I am at as a writer. It’s not a bad place to be.
The writer I was three years ago did not see an avenue for sustained success. The writer I am today no longer scoffs at that idea. The writer I was three years ago cautiously put his work out for others to see. The writer I am today is less driven by what others think and has a better grasp on what I want to communicate. The writer I was three years ago was still trying to figure out how I wrote. The writer I am today feels like I have a voice. Some have said it is unique. I’m not sure if that is true or not, but I do know it is mine, and I am who I am.
I guess what I am trying to say is that I’m happy to be where I am. It’s been fun to get feedback and put my works into the hands of the public. But really, I’m just getting started. I have so many stories I want to tell. I have so many voices in my head that want to be realized. Being a writer feels natural, like a well-worn pair of jeans.
Time to move forward.