a clarification



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As I was writing my post yesterday, I sensed that I was giving off an aura. A not-so-great aura. An aura which implied that you are only a writer if you get paid for it.

Today I'm here to fix that, because nothing could be further from the truth.

And I am sorry if I gave you, dear reader, that impression.

Money does not a writer make.

You are a writer if you do one thing.  Write.

I have been writing for a long time and recently ventured out to see if I could make a little money doing it because let's face it, who can't use a little extra income.  That's what yesterday's post was about - the success of a venture that went as I had hoped (and as I sensed God was leading me).  It happened to involve writing.

But I would have called myself a writer even if I never saw a cent.  And I would still write even if one day that company's powers-that-be said, "We cannot pay you; can you still write for us?" 

Of course I can. Because I love to write.

And that, my friends, makes me and any one of us a writer.

Our challenge today has been to ruminate on that fact, and indeed I have been.  I've slow-cooked that title all day and it's starting to feel more comfortable, a bit better fitting, almost comfy couch-like.  Which is better than the "I can't possibly call myself THAT" sort of thing.

The more you say it, the more you'll believe it.

The more you believe it, the more you'll say it.

Fear not.  Believe in yourself.  Then go forth and write.