It was just a few months ago, typing away in a private Facebook group for an online class, where I used this phrase, “I am a writer.” Our instructor had challenged us as a group to claim the title, writer. For many of my fellow cyber classmates I appeared to have the needed resume, I’ve had a book published, for crying out loud, but I still questioned whether “writer” fit me. “You write,” the instructor said, “why wouldn’t you call yourself a writer?”
To read the rest of this head over to the Hello Darling blog today where I tell The Day I Named What I Wanted. I’m going out on a limb about going out on a limb.