Recently, I was reading a post on HarsH ReaLitY, a blog by a self-titled opinionated man, in which he poses the question, what does it mean to “be a writer”? An age old question, is it not, especially for those of us who have yet to have our work validated by traditional publishing venues which raises another: is that validation necessary to call oneself a writer?
My answer is no. A writer is one who writes regularly and with intention, one who cannot not write. When you feel something missing when you have gone too long without putting pen to paper and feel unaccountably agitated after several days without writing, you are a writer. If writing connects you to your soul and makes you feel whole, you are a writer. What it takes to be a writer, is writing. Sit down and write, regularly.
Of course in our modern age replete with alternative publishing venues, it is easier to “be published,” one might argue. This blog itself is a form of publishing. Yet, many (most?) still aspire to the golden ring of traditional publishing and hesitate to call ourselves writers until it is grasped. But, consider this, would you call Emily Dickinson are writer? I certainly would. She is poet par excellence, yet her own time rejected her poems. The few that were published appeared without her name and probably without her approval. Those she did send out intentionally were rejected. And yet she wrote, and wrote, and wrote. And then she sewed them up into little booklets and put them in a drawer. She was a writer.
Sure, Dickinson wished for that external validation as much as any of us (and feared it as well), but the lack thereof did not stop her flow of words. Neither should it ours. We should keep on writing and call ourselves writers. And let us acknowledge that we are published when we share our words on our blogs. Nine Cent Girl has an excellent meditation on this (Another Anniversary!). These alternate venues are real publishing because our words are shared. Ultimately we write to be read, to communicate; through our blogs we are, we do. We are luckier than Emily in that respect, and in the comment section too, where the world can respond.
This is my letter to the world,
That never wrote to me,–
The simple news that Nature told,
With tender majesty.
Her message is committed
To hands I cannot see;
For love of her, sweet countrymen,
Judge tenderly of me!—Emily Dickinson
Beautiful piece, Catherine! I love that poem.
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Thanks Gerri. Me too. It expresses the writer’s trepidation so well.
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Reblogged this on HarsH ReaLiTy and commented:
Very good thoughts on what it means to be a writer! -OM
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Thanks for the reblog; I read your blog regularly, and your recent post that posed that question really started the wheels turning for me.
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I am glad to hear it. They are questions I normally spin around myself. 😉
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Reblogged this on newauthoronline and commented:
A good post on what it means to be a writer. Kevin
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Thank you for this post. I recently bought a collection of Dickinson’s work. A fascinating lady, to have produced so much of worth while living in solitude in small town America. Kevin
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Thanks Kevin, and thanks for the reblog. Yes, Dickinson is fascinating. Her letters are also worth a look as you can see how this woman living in solitude was really still so connected with the world well before the age of cellphones.
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I will certainly check out her letters. Best. Kevin
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Nice post. 🙂
I’ve said for years that I can’t NOT write. It’s great to see other people picking up the mantle and using it as part of the description of a writer. Whether I was first to say it or not has no importance. That it helps another writer to internalize his/her value as a writer is important. Unlike Emily Dickinson, we receive validation as writers from bloggers and we can choose to self-publish.
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Thanks! Yes, we need to support each other in our writing endeavors. 🙂
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Reblogged this on Diapers and Gowns and commented:
I think this post is a good way to usher in this week. Sometimes, I don’t know if I qualify to call myself a writer but if writing gives me the highs, then a Writer I am. ADAMMA, keep writing.
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Keep writing! Thanks for the reblog. 🙂
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You are welcome. I needed to read that. It was like a power surge to my hands.
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Reblogged this on Fabulous With Glitches and commented:
Just discovered this little slice and what a great read. I couldn’t agree more….Check it out!
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This hit home with me. I’ve never considered myself a writer but I yearn to write. Thank you for this lovely post. Just re-blogged. 🙂
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Thanks for the rebog. Pick up the pen (or sit at the keyboard) and write–you won’t regret it!
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Awe, thanks new friend! And you’re welcome!
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This is a wonderful post. I agree a writer is someone that writes because not writing is not an option.
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Thank you. Exactly–not doing it is not an option. Keep writing! 🙂
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I am!
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I needed that. Thank you. After reading the second paragraph, I feel I can say, ” I am a writer!” With conviction.
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Thank you. Say it loudly! I look forward to reading some of your writing.
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