Jan 15, 2011
I study and cried and revised and cried and revised with my teacher, CJ Redwine, but I wasn't a writer.
I lined up the beta's for the first half of critiques for WIP, but I wasn't a writer.
I built the website, made friends and "connections" on twitter and Facebook, but I wasn't a writer.
I launched the blog, had business cards made up (mom wanted proof I was working), but I wasn't a writer.
I quit the day job in September, but I wasn't a writer.
On Friday, Jacob and his friends were discussing what their parents did for a living. There were accountants, doctors, firefighters, businessmen etc. Then it was Jacob's turn.
"What's your dad do Jacob?"
"He's a Realtor."
"And you're mom?"
"She's a writer."