Don't be misled by the blog title.  I'm not trying to get all philosophical on your ass, it's a legitimate question of mine.  What the heck am I?

Okay, I know who I am: Husband, stay-at-home Dad, eater-of-much-peanut-butter, and aspiring writer.  But when do I get to actually say to people, when they ask me what I do, "I'm a writer."  I try to stay as modest and as humble as I can, although saying this might read as being the opposite.  After all, you don't say to people "Hey, I'm humble."  You just are.  You live it.

Having said that, I want to be careful to not seem too "all-that-and-a-bag-of-chips" to people who don't know me.  "Oh, you're a writer, eh?  What have you written?  Nothing?  Ooo, some writer you are."

I tweeted about this the other day: when do I get to call myself a writer?  It hit me last week when I went to the dentist after several years of neglect, or anytime I fill out a survey, or questionnaire and that inevitable question pops up: Occupation, or Job, or Work.  I've never put down writer.  I guess I don't feel like I've earned it yet, having never actually sold anything.  I've written a book, not many can say they've done that, but it's not ready to submit.

So, is that the criteria: books sold, or number of books written?  ASPIRING WRITER just doesn't have the same ring as WRITER.  I am writing stories.  I work everyday writing those stories.  But for now, I guess I'll just have to keep telling people that I'm struggling to become a writer.

"With great mediocrity comes great humility."  Maybe that will be my quote until I've achieved what I believe needs achieving before I can self-gloss myself WRITER!

 

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