I am participating in the ‘Writing Contest: You Are A Writer’ held by Positive Writer. Here is my entry:

When I Knew I Was a Writer

I used to distinguish between the words “writer” and “author.” You see, I’ve been a professional writer since before I graduated college, and a writer since I knew how to write. Authors were a different breed—they were published fiction writers.

paper and crayonWhen I was little, I used to draw pictures and write stories or reports to go with them. When I was in second grade, we had spelling pre-tests on Mondays (before we were introduced to the words for the week). Students who got 100% on the pre-tests were asked to write stories on Fridays when the rest of the class took their official test. I usually aced the pre-tests, and on Fridays I would create fascinating characters in magical worlds. Sometimes I continued those stories at home, just so I could complete what I’d started in class. In junior high and high school, I’d write poetry in my free time. If I’d had a computer back then, I probably would have written more. You can only do so much with writer’s cramps in your hands.

I wasn’t an author, though. I was a hobbiest.

Carnegie Mellon UniversityWhen I went to college, I considered writing as a major. Many discouraged that choice (never my parents, though). People said all I could do with a writing degree was teach or write books, and few people ever get their books published. So I majored in business, which I hated, and then architecture, which I didn’t care for either. Running out of time and options, I defaulted to English. Even after changing my major so many times, I was able to not only catch up, but double major, write for the faculty newspaper, and create software documentation for an on-campus software developer. All that, and I graduated on time. I got my degree in Professional Writing and Creative Writing, and did so well the university offered me a scholarship to continue my studies. I jumped at the chance and began writing for more on-campus departments. I took an internship with the H&SS College’s Public Relations Department and managed to get my master’s degree one semester early. After graduation, I started working for local companies. I started as a copywriter for a local travel agency, then I worked in the development department for a nursing home, which I left for a corporate communications job at an engineering firm. After the birth of my first child, I left that department and transferred to the technical writing side of the company.

I’d been writing since I was young. I had been a writer since college. But I wouldn’t even consider calling myself an author.

collegeAfter my second child was born, I quit working to be a stay-at-home mom. I loved it, but I missed writing. My parents suggested I write a book, but I was busy with my children. Instead, I took some freelance writing jobs. When the kids got older, I even starting teaching three writing classes at a local college.

I had gone from writing to teaching. I began to doubt that I was even a writer any longer.

But then we moved, and I was without a job. The kids were in school, and I had nothing to do. I decided to try my hand at fiction. It had always been a passion of mine; I might as well explore it.

I read books, I joined critique groups, I went to conferences and workshops.

And I wrote. And wrote. And wrote.

I had short stories published in a little over a year.

mystery novelThree years into the process, I have a published novel, an agent, and a job as an editor.

I am a “writer” and an “author.”

And what did I learn from that odyssey?

I’d been a writer and an author ever since I put words to my pictures as a young girl.

In fact, I don’t even distinguish between the terms any longer.

I may have resisted calling myself a writer for a long time, but it seems I was born one.

And I’ll be a writer until I die.


15 Responses

    • Thanks, Anne. It is kind of cool that I’ve been writing forever, but I can honestly say my early efforts were nothing to brag about. My mom saved some of them, and I blush every time I look at them!

  1. Staci – how did the publication of your novel escape me? I just downloaded it. Now when are you going to guest post on my Author Wednesday series? Congratulations to you.

    • I’m not sure how you missed it… It seems that’s all I’ve been talking about! Thanks for picking it up; I hope you like it. And I’ll be happy to guest post! Let me know when and what you want… you’ve got my email address.

      • I’ve been a little distracted lately and then I made the huge mistake of changing Internet providers. Never again. I’m still not getting my blogs sent to my new email. I just happened upon your latest post at WordPress. I’ll email you.

    • Technology is a huge help when it works… and a huge nightmare when it doesn’t. Sorry the transition to your new ISP has been difficult. And I’ll look for your email. 🙂

  2. Staci, I always knew that you were a writer. You were always creating new worlds or interesting chracters. I never pictured myself as a writer. I was always good at math and science, but never really thought about writing as an option. I did wiite and edit for our high school news paper but went on to get a business management degree. While working at a local news paper, I was asked to fill the role of the book reviewer when ours left suddenly. It was a rough start, but with help from my wonderful sister, I grew in my writing capabilities and became a published poet and short story author. Not bad for a girl with a business degree. Now i am lucky to have a job that embraces my writing passion and love of numbers. Best of both worlds. As I have grown in my writing, I now consider myself as a writer. I take time each day to work on something, no matter how trivial or small. And as my sister and friends have helped me in my writing journey, I now mentor several inspiring writers as well. Thanks to the support of a loving family and great friends, I can call myself a writer and I look forward to completing my first book. I believe it is time to move up from short stories and poetry.

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