Have you been waiting for that moment when you would finally, officially, be a “real” writer?
For years and years, I was, too. First I thought I’d be a real writer once I sold my first short story. Then I thought I’d be real once that story was in print. Then once a second story sold, or maybe once I had a novel out … but while these things were all wonderful, none of them made me feel any more real than when I started. It was as if I was waiting for some sort of formal notification from the powers that be, or for my “real writer” certificate to arrive in the mail.
But it never did. So finally I took matters into my own hands: