I’ll have a post over at Readers' Realm tomorrow. It’s about how writing involves hard work. And, writing that article brought me to a realization—an epiphany.
I am fifty-eight years old. No, that’s not the epiphany.
However, before I continue, let me give some background. Those of you who are regular readers probably already know this about me—I love to learn.
I said many times, if someone would pay me, I would attend college forever. No one would take me up on that deal.
So, although not a full-time college student for the past 40 years, I have still studied. A lot.
But now it’s time to turn my focus from sitting at the feet of mentors to actually getting my work out there. I have learned the craft of writing. Now I need to put into practice the things I have learned.
Even though I have published two books, I feared I had not quite gone from apprentice to craftsman.
Am I perfect? No. But I do believe I’m proficient. Proficient enough to be confident in my work. Proficient enough to think people actually can learn and/or be entertained by the things I write.
Up until now, I have been needy. I needed encouragement, pats on the back, critiques, and prodding from family and friends. But, now, and this is part of the epiphany, I am ready to see writing as my job—a job I may not be perfect at, but a job I can do.