Coming to terms

So recently I have come to terms with the fact that I am a writer. I don't know why I dismissed that fact for so long. I think in text, sentences and paragraphs. I craft perfect stories and scenarios in my head. I see analogies in everything from reality television to nature. And lately I have been thinking in poetry as well.

So I have given in. I am a writer. If I go too long without writing anything I feel like I have not accomplished anything at all.

I have felt God pushing me to action on this whole writer thing - especially hard this last week. I have had 2 of the best compliments of my life - from two writers I respect tremendously- in regard to my writing. Random people are telling me to write more. And so I have been seriously looking at what the life of a writer looks like and stopped just playing at it.

So why is it still so hard to actually do something with it? Why is it so hard to put something out there for what feels like judgment? I would so much rather just write on my little blog and if you want to read it and comment - go ahead - and if not I am not being rejected.

But something my writer friend said to me will not get out of my head. "You need to write. The world needs to hear your voice."

That is scary and yet at the same time...is exciting. So I am trying to figure out how to do that. Really do that and not just play around. And I realized that writing is really hard work. But since I am constantly doing it anyway...and it is actually fun for me- why not be serious about it and risk rejection and harsh criticism? Isn't that real life anyway? I can't hide from it - I might as well embrace it and trust God to use it however He wants to.

So here goes. I am jumping in and saying it once and for all. I am a writer.

Let's see what God does now.