I love to think of myself as a writer. I love to call myself a writer and identify myself with other writers.
I love the sound of words as they flit around in my mind, joining together in ways that conjure up feelings in me until I know I’ve hit on a great story idea. I love that once I have a great story idea, the words and story just pour forth and connect themselves on a deeper level until characters are created and settings are formed. I love plots with thick complicated conflicts and twisting long-winded resolutions.
But, sometimes my mind is dry. There are no words coming together to make anything worthwhile. Sometimes, I lack any inspiration or creativity at all. Other writers seem to always be able to come up with something. Other writers write everyday- without fail. I admire those writers. I can't help but want to be more like them.
But me? I suffer from writer’s block quite often. Some days, I want to write but I'm just unable. Then other days, I don't really even feel like writing at all. I am content to shut down that part of myself and focus on just being a mom sometimes. So, how can I really call myself a writer?
Maybe I should be honest and admit that what I really am is just a mom who sometimes writes.
It is not such a bad thing to be, really. I love being a mom even more than I love being a writer. I do wish I could come up with unending creativity and fabulous stories every day of the week but when I can’t-- I guess, I really am still okay. I have my children to care for, to play with, to focus on, to shower with love and attention.
Maybe my writer’s block days are really a gift. A chance to take a break from trying to be too much and an opportunity to find contentment in my most important role….
So, on second thought…. I love to think of myself as a mom who writes. I love to call myself a mom who writes and identify myself with other moms and writers…..