Many of you, like me, wrestle with the question of whether you “deserve” to be something. A parent. A computer scientist. An athlete. Or in my case, a writer. Whether I am a good enough writer. Whether I am really even a writer at all or just some Karin Slaughter wannabe.
It can be exhausting, right?
But it persists. I imagine snide comments from unseen naysayers: “So where do you get off, calling yourself a writer? You write for a digital publisher. You’re not a real writer unless your books are on the shelves of Barnes & Noble/your book is adapted for film/your book reaches the New York Times bestseller list.”
But is it only reaching certain arbitrary signposts that makes one a writer? Because I believe I was a writer long before my first book came out.
I am a writer.
To read the whole essay, go to https://booksbywomen.org/no-matter-what-you-say-i-am-by-pamela-fagan-hutchins/