Last year my friend Stacey asked me,
When was the moment you first believed you were a writer?
This was my answer:
“I never thought I wanted to be a writer. I wanted to be a human rights lawyer. And then one day at the end of a conference the only female presenter in a sea of men asked me if I had kids. She kept hearing from others that she couldn’t manage kids with the cross-continental work she was doing. And surrounded by people who wanted to talk to her about human rights I got to encourage her about how I balance the calling of motherhood with my other work.
That night I emailed my friend Holley Gerth:
‘So, I have been thinking about you today because I am at a conference discussing some groundbreaking work to bring justice to the poor and afflicted. For many years that is the kind of work I have been involved in also. But, I have consistently felt this call on my heart to speak into the lives of women. Young mothers and wives who feel that what they do isn’t important.
I don’t know many who would consider that a needy population group. But I sure do. I am them.
So, I blog. I write my heart out to this beautiful audience who need to be encouraged as I wish someone had done for me. Because young mothers and struggling women have great needs too. And while it’s not my job, it is my delight to be used by God to be part of the plan for meeting them.’
That was nearly four years ago and the first time I truly believed I was a writer. Being able to encourage women on my blog and share the good, the bad, the sacred, and the beautiful about motherhood -it’s been the most fulfilling writing experience of my life.
How about you? Would you call yourself a writer? When did you know?
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I’d call myself a private writer, I’ve always loved journalism- but never imagined I’d be into blogging. So technically; I guess I am a writer. I began writing as a Mama; that role in itself can fill us with so much emotion; I was amazed at what God was teaching me, at the suggestion of my sweet Mother I made sure to keep a journal of all these things. Well eventually that journal sorta became my blog. Let me just tell you- I have been so utterly blessed by your blog for the exact reasons you listed in your post today. I feel encouraged every time I read it; you really spread the word that we really do matter. Thank you so much for that!
I think I am still on a journey to first of all truly believe I am an artist…and hopefully the belief deep down in my bones that I AM a writer will come too.
I LOVE THIS SERIES ALREADY.
Dankie, vrendin!
I have a feeling that this series is just what I need right now, Lisa-Jo. It’s a funny thing, how so many of us write but don’t consider ourselves writers until what we write connects with someone else. I always wanted to be a writer as a kid, I took writing classes in college, I wrote stories and essays. I majored in writing, for goodness’ sakes. But I’m really only now beginning to consider myself a writer–now that people are reading my words and sharing what they mean to them. If I can share a little bit of beauty, a little bit of living water, a little bit of companionship for the journey, I’ll be a happy girl. Thanks for the cheerleading for all of us 31 Dayers and others!
I believed I was a writer since 1999, when I left the job that didn’t fit and through myself into the wild and crazy life of an unconventional, free-lancer. I decided then I never wanted to work for anyone but myself and even though I have a very part time gig at a local college, I am in complete control of my hours, etc. I love when my writing students get brave enough to call themselves WRITER!
My kids are always first, and even though I have grown as an artist, actor, director, singer, etc etc etc my most significant creative accomplishments are my children.
I am not sure yet that I believe I am a writer. I see myself more as a “blogger”. It’s hard for me to call myself a writer, still after writing and encouraging women through my blog for over 4 years.
yes, i write but still have a hard time with the title of “writer”. even though i finally put it under my job description on FB. ha! that was a biggy for me. i think it implies that we will ALWAYS have profound words flowing forth. it’s uncomfortable. what if our words fail to strike a chord with someone? what if our audience is small? so many questions. it’s obscure in so many ways. i think that’s why we don’t step up and claim it when we should.
love that you’re writing about this all month!
steph
Although a teacher told me that decades ago, I really didn’t embrace it until this past year. I think it is something we have to grow into, trying it on to see how it fits, how we can make it our own, much like we’d take an outfit off the rack and create our own unique look, and find a comfortableness in it.
Always appreciate the love, encouragement and inspiration that flows from your words, Lisa-Jo!
I’ve been a blogger for 8 years, but just finally started calling myself a writer this year… and sometimes I still have a hard time with this! I am so looking forward to the rest of this series and I can NOT wait until Allume! :)
I am so thankful you are doing this series for 31 days, Lisa-Jo. The timing couldn’t be better. It was encouraging today to read your writer-story in more detail…
I’ve known I wanted to write since about 4th grade, but I gave up on it because it was impractical, and I am from a practical-type family. I’ve never been able to walk away from words, no matter how hard I try, but I haven’t yet felt my “calling” as to the WHAT I am supposed to write. So I write on, though usually in a confused and frustrated state. If you’re still looking for one of your 31 day topics, I’d love to hear some of your words of wisdom on that.
Much love…
I believe that might be tomorrow’s post :)
I’ve journaled for so many years. In grade school, I was sent to a special summer program for writing. My sixth grade teacher saw something she liked in my writing. So as I look back, I think I was a writer in private since childhood.
I stumbled upon blogging as an outlet. Only recently have I explored ways to improve my writing and I’m compiling stories I’d written in my journals of lessons I learned through many of my dying patient’s lives. I was a cardiovascular nurse specialist for 25 years. I’m so thankful I wrote in detail about many of them. I hope to encourage others through their lives and to show how each life is valuable.
Blessings and love,
Debbie
Lisa Jo – What a high calling, my friend! Stirring on, those who are stirring on the next generation! In a generation where families are imploding; making sacred, holy, vital, the call to parenthood is a great task indeed.
I have been blogging for a little over a year now. Knew I wanted to write since 5th grace, yet, somehow still fail to see myself as a writer. Not sure if it’s that I think a writer must fit in some certain box or what! But, hopefully I will get over myself soon! Lol And when people ask….”What do you do?” I won’t shrink back and stumble, but tell them with full confidence….”I am a writer!” :0)
I think I’m just getting there now. Being invited to write for other blogs, join groups, have other people leave comments saying they relate to what I’m saying…it’s starting to move beyond my rambly personal thoughts. And lately God has put it on my heart to write more than just blog posts – to write worship songs for our band – and hearing my words turned to music that lifts Him? That makes me feel like I did something worth claiming.
I have always wanted to be a writer, but it wasn’t until I became a blogger that I felt I was getting somewhere with those dreams. I still want to be a published writer (earning money) someday, but right now I work for comments! Seriously, I write because I want to connect with people. I get no greater joy than when someone tells me something I’ve written was helpful to them.
I’m also hoping someday I will have grandkids who will read my stuff and relate to me.
Yes, I would call myself a writer. Over the last few years, I’ve realized that as a stay at home mommy of a few little ones, writing is a BIG part of my life. It brings me back down to a place where I feel more centered and it helps me process what’s going on around me.
When I think back to my childhood, I wrote a lot then too. I just never realized that I was “a writer” until recently when I realized that I love it, I need it and it’s part of who I am.
I would say I’m a writer… I’ve loved writing ever since I young child – making up stories about cats and family… haha! it’s so funny to think back on it.
The hard part is, sometimes we can be so stuck in the view that you’re only a writer if you have a published book. Even now, I would love my response to be, “I’m a writer” when people ask me “what I do.” It’s difficult to fully grasp it… I know God has put writing on my heart, in my mind, and given it as a gift… I want to use it… I want to grow in it… my biggest struggle right now is the 8-6 job I just got a few months ago in an office… how can I balance the two? I was just starting to embrace this vision… my blog… the shop… now it’s all on pause. Well, kind of… another thing – I tend to go on and on and on when I write! Can’t I just get to the point? haha! I think I’ll be done now. Any input/advice would be greatly appreciated! :)
I work a full time job as well and write in the fringe hours. I hear you. And this will definitely be on the 31 days list!
I’ve always loved to write; even as a little girl I wrote stories that I bound together with manila paper and self-illustrated the covers, but I never thought of myself as a writer, even with the quiet encourangement of my mother and my first published short story at the tender age of 15.
I’ve rolled around the idea of writing books, launching a blog, freelancing, but I never moved forward and I recently realized that despite my love of putting words on paper, despite the resounding cry of the blogosphere that if I wrote, I was a writer, I never really considered myself one.
It wasn’t until people started following a series of status updates that I made on Facebook, and encouraged me to make them public that I realized that I had something to say that people wanted to read. Like you, it was directly attached to my motherhood. When people wanted to read what I wrote, it was much easier to call myself a writer.
Funny… I didn’t like English class. or reading, while growing up. The desire came later in life for me…after going through some suffering. Then I knew I was to write my story. So I started a blog. :)
I am just now getting my mind around this idea that I am a writer. I wrote stories as a kid, and my mom has told me for years I should write children’s books. I was an English major and got good marks on papers. I’ve worked in various writing-based jobs. I’ve blogged off and on for years, and everyone would say, “You should be a writer!” *I* would say, “Oh, I journal. I don’t know what I think/feel until I write it down.” “Oh, I’m much better at emails and notes than I am with thinking on my feet.” “Oh, I edit a newsletter.” “Oh, I’m a Technical Writer.” “Oh, I have my silly little blog.” But never would I just simply say – I’m a writer. That seems too fancy. Like it needs a capital W. And my stuff isn’t capital W material. I’m in the midst of updating my resume, etc. and am finally toying with the simple description – writer. And it still feels weird. I wring my hands and fret over it, but my husband just winks at me, grins and chuckles, “YOU are a WRITER.” Gah! Maybe I am.
I was traveling with Ann Voskamp once and we had to put our job descriptions down on the customs form. I wrote writer. She wrote farmer’s wife :) Seems it’s hard to ever accept that we are writers. No matter who we are.
I so get it! There are days when I feel “Writer-y.” And days when I feel like “a consultant’s wife”.
I think there’s some cultural mystique about it all. I have another writer friend who just does the hard work day in, day out – short stories, essays, bits of a novel, blog posts – very un-glamorous stuff, but he’s getting better and better all the time. We joke with him about how he needs to buy The Writer’s Sweater or Tweed Jacket With Elbow Patches and a pipe and tortoise shell glasses so that people will know he is a Writer and not just unemployed. It’s a joke, but that joke is based on the idea that writers have a certain kind of life.Even a uniform of sorts.
Write It, Girl, Fall 2011 was the first time I considered (and called) myself a writer. I’ve always wanted to be a writer, but thought that unless I was published (physical book, not online) I wasn’t one. The encouragement of the Write It, Girl writers gave me the confidence to look at this differently. Once I saw myself as a writer, I was able to see the other writing opportunities that came my way.
This will be a good series!
This post has stayed on my mind since I read it this morning. Growing up I was always good at math. Majored in it in college. Went on to get my MBA in Finance. So I’ve always been told I’m an analytical person. And at the same time I have journaled and journaled, always figuring out what I’m feeling, experiencing through writing. But I thought “I can’t be a writer, because I’m a numbers person.”
It wasn’t until we went through our miscarriages (10 years ago) that I began to share my writing, my poems, with others. I was surprised how much my words impacted them.
I started blogging about five years ago as we went through our adoption- but that was just for friends and family. They too said my words while we waited for our son were so good to read- but I thought, that’s just because they know me.
In the last few months I’ve started writing, just to write, just to share and discover the movement of God in my life. I’m still working on believing that others would want to read it and that they aren’t just being “nice”.
All of that to say, your post really struck something in me. Now I’ll have to go write to figure out what it is going on!
Thank you!
loved to learn more about your story, Lisa-Jo…I think reading Jeff Goins’ e-book helped me to realize I am a writer although I struggle still because I know I have so much to learn about the craft of writing well….thanks for asking and sharing :)
Hmmm… I like what Heather said: I am a private writer. I wrote in my teens and tweens just to survive all that life adn family threw at me. Writing really made a huge difference to me then. I became a blogger two years ago. I blogged my heart out regarding my diagnosis Bipolar. Then I was done with it, but since I still wanted to write, I created my second blog Hotchpotch in June this year. I still have to find my voice. And no, I don;t feel that I am a writer. I am just playing with words…
I was ten, and in the fifth grade. Mrs. Furlow was certainly not my favorite teacher, but she did toss out a writing contest and say the winner would get a special prize. I dove into my fiction story with fervor. It was supposed to be at least a page long. Thank goodness she said “at least”, because five pages later I finished “Voyage to the Bottom of the Sea” (a title I later realized, much to my chagrin, didn’t really even fit) and won the coveted prize of an ice-cold Coca Cola in a glass bottle that I got to drink while standing by the teachers at recess. Don’t laugh. I was a rock star. And I was a writer. A real one. I won’t ever forget how it felt standing there reading my story out loud and seeing the eyes of my classmates riveted on me the whole time. Momentary stardom AND a Coke with the teachers. Oh, yeah.
You’re a writer alright, I just lived that moment through your words. Lived it, I say.
Thank you, my friend. That means a great deal coming from you. :)
When did I know I was a writer? One answer is that I knew when I started having people read my blog and responding to what I had to say. By then, I was in my 60’s.
But honestly, I knew when I started learning about writing and what makes good writing better. I started observing life with some of those things in mind and realized I had been observing life that way for a long time. I was just going to have to sharpen the way I shared it with others. (It was about the time I started blogging.)
I don’t think I’m a great writer, maybe I never will be. But I have enjoyed writing these last few years. It has been fun to put my ideas down on paper and have to fine-tune them. Having to learn to edit myself has been a huge learning curve! There is a lot to edit.
I too have been passionate for women younger than me who are struggling. My belief is that most are, but not all look like they are. My many years as a pastor’s wife have taught me that appearances aren’t always what they seem to be.
It is up to us to reach out, to make ourselves vulnerable, to the women GOD places in our lives. Our ministry of encouragement to other women is becoming more and more unique as a way of relating to each other: woman to woman. It is so sad. There is way too much competition in these days of women’s “rights”.
Only Christ can give us the courage to reach out, not only to the apparently suffering woman, but also to the woman who seems to “have it all together.” She rarely does.
Writing is one way to do that. It is like lighting a match so other women can do it too. They need to realize it is scary for all of us…but we continue to reach out in GOD’s strength.
They need to see that encouraging others is not just good for the other person, it is good for me too. I need to develop the habit of seeing the good that GOD is working out in others as they grow in grace. I also need to develop the habit of not competing with other women. Life isn’t a competition!
Am thankful for this challenge. My 31 topic is praise and it is something that I definitely need to focus on just now! Thanks for the opportunity, Lisa Jo, and thanks for pushing me out of my comfort zone! Have a blessed afternoon! <3
I would love to officially call myself a writer! But it just feels weird, you know? I’ve been told my whole life that I have a talent for it. I love to do it. But I’ve never had any “formal” education in it other than my college English classes. I guess I’ve always worried that my technical skills aren’t up to snuff so my writings would be picked apart for that reason. I started a blog 2 years ago when I was PG with my twins. That came to a grinding halt when life and motherhood got in the way. But after I saw you speak at the MOPS convention in Dallas this summer, it inspired me to take up writing on it again and so I have! And I’ve pledged to myself that I’m not going to worry about all the technical stuff! I’m just going to write! What a blessing you and your blog have been to me! I am so grateful! Thank you, thank you, thank you!! :)
I never thought of myself as a writer until this summer. Before that, I was a wife, mommy, and teacher who blogged for fun. Some people read it, but not too many. And then my posts got shared, and my readership grew. And then this summer I went to She Speaks, and 4 publishers asked for my proposal. And then the agent called. And then the publisher did.
Not that readership or conferences or publishers make you a writer. They don’t. But it took other people (other than my dad) affirming this in me for God to get through my thick skull and say “This is what I made you for. This is how you can make a difference.”
Now I can’t imagine not being a writer. :)
I have wanted to be a writer since I was a little girl, but I never felt like I had a great talent – and I guess I still don’t. I was encouraged in more “practical” pursuits, like becoming a teacher or studying business. Artistic pursuits were supposed to be hobbies, not careers. So, even though I have written things that I have been paid for, I have trouble defining myself that way.
Thank you for your posts this month! They are so encouraging and challenging, and such a blessing to me right now!
I don’t think I am a writer. I am an engineer with a creative side that is dying to come out! I am reading your 31 days to see if I can actually write? Thoughts to get started? I want to start something that gets me going…………………..
It’s coming, I promise :)
I am starting too. i’ve blogged for awhile, but only recently have become truly passionate about blogging and writing to encourage other moms. You have been a huge inspiration to me (I’m often just a lurker around here, but always an inspired one!). Thanks for encouraging us to write. <3 paula
LisaJo, I know I am a writer because I am a person who figures out what I think through using words. Sometimes I speak them, sometimes I write them. I love reading blogs because I believe wholeheartedly in the way words can inspire and encourage and strengthen and move us and help us along our way. I want to add my voice to the mix because I also believe that each of us has a story and that we bless one another by telling it, and we glorify God by sharing about His work in our lives. This month, I am writing a series called: My Story for His Glory, but I am honestly scared to death every time I push publish…are you scared still? Is it still hard for you to share yourself with us? I am glad I joined this month-long writing community because it does help to do it together, doesn’t it? Thanks for all you do!!!
I’m scared less when it comes to the writing. But scared more when it comes to building communities through writing – like we do on (in)courage with the (in)RL conference and now the (in)courage community groups that launched today. Anytime I step into the footsteps of a God-sized dream like that I alternate between wanting to jump for joy and throw up. True story.
I have a google doc that holds all my writings but no one has read any of those writings…just my blog!
“I have consistently felt this call on my heart to speak into the lives of women. Young mothers and wives who feel that what they do isn’t important.”
I truly appreciate this thought and have considered this a mission field actually that is underserved. I didnt plan to be a writer either, I only started because of a promise to my Grandma 10 years ago. The very next day I opened a magazine and there was a full page ad for Christian Writer’s Guild. I had young children and was busy busy. But, I took that as a cue and signed up right away
I knew I was a writer in high school when I had to carry a notebook and a pen with me at all times because I was afraid of losing words or moments. Much like my handy iPhone and the snapping away of moments, I had to capture something and process it. I rarely shared, it was just for me. A way to get out of my head and let the words leak onto the page. Now that I am writing in a more public forum (blogging my life) I find that I am more prone to insecurity. The need to feel validated or heard and I have to remind myself that the process is part of the passion, not just the product. I am really looking forward to this series, Lisa Jo.
You are a writer. Period.
I always loved to write but it wasn’t until my senior year of college that I realized I could really be a writer. I completed three chapters of a memoir as part of my senior writing seminar. It was surreal to see my words on the page and hear myself read them aloud to my classmates. 8 years later I’m still not published and that memoir still isn’t finished. But I have a blog, a finished advent devotional and a great start toward a novel. But I don’t write every day and I’m still more often to be found cleaning up baby spit up or changing diapers than tapping away at my keyboard. But, yeah, I guess I still am a writer.
hmmm, a writer. I am a writer. I wrote a paper on why I am a writer when I was a Junior in High School, and found it a few years ago. I had forgotten how much writing I did in High school (poetry, non-fiction stories, skits, etc.) Recently I have felt God’s calling on my life to do more writing (I blogged for a year or so, and got bogged down in the wrong niche, took 2 years off and here I am again)… I know that this is where God wants me… now I have to understand how to get from blogging and dreams to actually doing what God is calling me to do…
I actually never thought if myself as a writer until a casual acquaintance, who happens to be a author, introduced me to her friend as one. It was kind of a neat moment because it hit me. Hmm maybe I am. It was one of the most motivating things someone has ever said. The funny thing is that I am not even sure if she has ever read anything I have written. I think I will have to ask her…
Something I struggle with in my writing is choosing what to keep for myself, and letting other people tell their stories. Sometimes they cannot, but I do not feel like I have the freedom to write about what I’ve been told. Part of that, perhaps, has to do that I’ve lived overseas in a closed country and been told lots of stories that are interesting to me. But the stories aren’t free to be told…or I worry it would effect others. This is an interesting dichotomy for me because so much of that part of my life feels closed up, but there is so much I want to share. Reverse culture shock, I guess. I’m still reeling from it after being back in the states for a year and a half, and having lived abroad 8 years.
I love what you said to your friend — “I am them”
I think I finally came to the realization that I was a writer when I found myself writing out a response letter to someone’s comment in my head as I was driving down the road. And then remembered that I had written a request in my head about something I was wanting to ask my husband at the dinner table. The words just roll around and form themselves in my thoughts, my brain. Even if they never make it to paper or keyboard, that is writing.
I knew I was a writer when my Senior English prof put my Keats paper in a clear plastic folder and used it as her example of fine writing for the rest of her classes. I remember never feeling more proud of anything else I’d ever done and I knew then I wanted to be a writer. I was just hoping I’d get paid for it one day. :)
I call myself a writer, but mostly at this stage with my tongue in my cheek. God called me to write, it was never something I could have come up with on my own. I began to really believe this calling on my life when I began blogging in April of this year. Having the courage to overcome my nerves each time I post and having someone/anyone be able to read through and gain something from it has been the most convincing part of this walk. One day I hope to have the courage to take my ‘early stages’ of a novel and my children’s series to a publisher, when I hold a book in my hand, with my name as the Author, I will be able to remove from my cheek. :)
oops please delete this erred one :)
I call myself a writer, but mostly at this stage with my tongue in my cheek. God called me to write, it was never something I could have come up with on my own. I began to really believe this calling on my life when I began blogging in April of this year. Having the courage to overcome my nerves each time I post and having someone/anyone be able to read through and gain something from it has been the most convincing part of this walk. One day I hope to have the courage to take my ‘early stages’ of a novel and my children’s series to a publisher, when I hold a book in my hand, with my name as the Author, I will be able to remove my tongue from my cheek. :)
Wow. Good question: When did I start beginning to think of myself as a writer?
It might have been back in grade 3. Teachers can be an excellent source of information and reflection on who you are because they see things in you that you may not recognize yourself.
I have always loved horses for as long as I can remember. I wrote a story about a horse and included many descriptive words, like the sound of the horses hooves and how it felt riding the horse. I wasn’t thinking about being a great writer, but I have always enjoyed daydreaming. I find myself enjoying an experience vicariously by trying to imagine what something would be like or re-living an experience by thinking with the 5 senses. Commenting on my story, the teacher told me that she could imagine what the experience was like and that I used a lot of descriptive words and that made the story enjoyable to read.
Other teachers through high schol and even university have commented on my style of writing and how much they enjoyed reading what I had written, how it seemed to flow. Others have asked whether I am a writer. When writing nursing notes at a clinical placement, I saw a group of nurses together reading my notes. One looked up and said, “I love the way you write these notes like a story. They are so enjoyable to read!”
So, I guess the answer to the question is that it has been my readers who have always told me that I am a writer!
Me, I just like living inside my head. I love creating a charater in my mind then living my own life as if the charater is present and see what they will do in various situations as I get to know them better. Then when I know them well enough, I will write the story. I have been writing mainly non-fiction, which I have been thoroughly enjoying, but I will be ready in about another year to begin to write some fiction.
I blog: peopleschoicemovement.com
I am a nurse by profession and spend my spare time doing human and civil rights work with a group of lawyers, activists and politicians. When I am not nursing, demonstrating or meeting with politicians or volunteering, I am proudly taking care of my three boys and then writing!
All the best to you and the good work you do. I absolutely agree that Moms rock the world. Moms rock the cradle, shape future members of society and ‘hold down the fort’. It is the most important job you will EVER do.
Go Moms – You ROCK!
Regards,
Darlene Marett
{Still waiting for the moment?}
Just wanted to tell you, Ann how much your writing blesses my soul. I am friends with Susie Larson. I am reading her new book ‘Your Beautiful Purpose’! I read the forward that you wrote and I sobbed like a baby. It hit me in a way that I can’t even possibly explain. Thank you for the investment that you make into my life and others’ lives through your writing.
i think the first time i realized i really was a writer was when i finished my first novel my freshman year of high school. it was poorly written and constructed and i’ve since trashed the computer i wrote it on without bothering to save it anywhere else, but it was mine and i did it and that, there, was my birth as a writer and i don’t need to have the proof anywhere to remember it. the proof is in my heart. ever since, i’ve written, written to share what’s on my heart, what moves me, and more recently, that isn’t fiction, but personal, semi-creative nonfiction, sharing my story in the hopes that it will encourage some other pilgrim on her journey of practical faith, which is actually what my own 31 days series is about.
also: Ann’s comment above made me laugh out loud! hahaha.
It’s the craziest thing — God just sort of snuck this whole writing thing in on me this past Spring and it still surprises me to this day. I can’t seem to stop now and I believe it’s actually fitting into the “I’m called to do this” category (still amazed as I even see that typed out :-) …Here’s my story …
“Writing for Hope …My Story” @ http://alifegivingmoment.wordpress.com/wp-admin/post.php?post=993&action=edit
Thank you SO much for your encouragement to all of us beginners who are still shocked that we’re writing :-)
oops … please delete the above post and replace with this one ;-) I accidentally gave my personal “edit” link … yikes !!!
It’s the craziest thing — God just sort of snuck this whole writing thing in on me this past Spring and it still surprises me to this day. I can’t seem to stop now and I believe it’s actually fitting into the “I’m called to do this” category (still amazed as I even see that typed out …Here’s my story …
“Writing for Hope …My Story” @ http://alifegivingmoment.wordpress.com/2012/08/07/writing-for-hope-my-story/
Thank you SO much for your encouragement to all of us beginners who are still shocked that we’re writing :-)
I believed that I was a writer in my Freshman year of High School. I took a creative writing class. The teacher made us write a concrete poem and a non concrete poem. I did it! I didn’t know I could. I didn’t know I even wanted to. But I did! I am 32 years old now and have been writing ever since. It brings me such joy to do so, to share my heart and have it resonate with others that read my writing. God gave me this gift. I am so grateful for it and that impact it has on lives for His glory.