How to Be a Writer

I don’t know what it means to be a writer.

I started blogging eleven years ago. Back then, I wanted to have written a lot more than I wanted to write. Or more accurately, I wanted to be seen as having written.

It took a while before I wrote anything even somewhat meaningful. I’m not sure I’d suggest I have yet.

Can a writer even judge their own work? I don’t know.

If I were a writer, I’d know the answer.

Or it’s because I am a writer that I don’t know the answer.

Either way, now I write because I have to. Because there’s something that must be said.

As someone who’s worked in and around marketing for the last decade, it feels disconcerting, even self-serving, to write for a room that appears empty.

But sometimes you have to write.

And it’s when you don’t know if anyone is around that it’s most important to do so.

Or not.

What do I know? I’m not a writer.