Sometimes it’s hard work being a writer. Often, it’s easier not to define yourself as one.
When people ask about your life, you don’t mention your writing. There are no knowing looks when you define yourself as a writer, no awkward questions to answer about how successful you are.
In the end, though, you stop seeing yourself as a writer. It’s just something you do, not part of who you are. You stop waking up early so you can write. You wait until the mood takes you – and you’re surprised by how often it doesn’t.
At this stage, you probably stop being a writer, and take up knitting or photography when the story of your life as a writer is only half-told.
But lately, I’ve been feeling the pull of the novel I’m working on. I feel like a writer again. Now I can’t wait for some free time when I can sit uninterrupted at my computer screen.
Even though the novel I’ve been shopping around has just been turned down again, by what I swore would be the last place I would submit it to, I find I can’t dampen that writer’s spirit.
What makes a writer, (apart from talent of course) is determination.
I don’t think that everyone has a novel in them, but if you do, you become a writer not from the moment you get your book published, but at the moment that you know you won’t give up until you’ve sold it or every publisher has turned it down.
And maybe not even then.