I am a writer and its both, in my eyes, almost a species, a sub-race of man and a title, a position.
Inside I wrote, always all along. More recently I have been blogging so much, video-casting as well as pod-casting with the occasional poem. Every so often I tried to write a bit of creative writing. But that has been the extent of variance in my writing. Previously I used to delight in changing the scope, continually, of my works. Including the style, the topic, the theme and so on. Most recently with November drawing near I took upon myself both NaBloPoMo, of which this is part of, and NaNoWriMo, which today I just completed.
I have had a poetry book published, but most of the work verging on all of the work I took upon myself. Including the setting of the book, the marketing, even the arranging of the opening night and sales of my stock. To be honest I have gotten a little disheartened back then. I say back then because I avoided it, writing for a long long time. It was all at a time in which I had moved on from so much in my life. Turning over a new leaf I determined to never return to how I was then. In that way I would avoid in all ways what I had priorly had to put up with.
I have had, in one go, two stories published written in Irish in a compilation work. They are something I am quite proud of. I remember the shock I had to see those words in print. It blew me away totally, thinking of it the only times that has happen to me outside of writing has been the day of my wedding. Following all of this I sit here barely writing, blown away at my achievements. Personal more than anything. I have spent the month working with demons over the month. Not particularly bad ones I seem to have found out. Just persistent ones.
This month has been about me reclaiming the title to what I feel I am inside. I know this post to the majority won’t mean much but the results of it probably will. I hope now following this I will move beyond feelings of guilt and past problems to draw in the gifts I have. Here is hoping that this book goes well and further. I will be moving on with this book and cleaning up the kid’s book. I truly think that with the right chances and everything going well next year I should be a professional writer.