I didn’t, and I don’t.
I think I want to be a writer – but thinking is different to knowing.
I named this blog and my twitter: AUTHOR, as if by using the word I would believe it, own it, know it.
An attempt to wield the label, the brand, to turn the thought into knowledge. To affirm it. We shall see.
But as to why I think I want to be a writer?
1. It brought me joy as a kid. I always loved both reading and writing. Over time, I slipped the habit of both. Now I’m making up for those lost words.
2. I have a story that has been chasing about my head since I was in school. A few central characters desperate to escape onto the page.
3. I love the way words sound and loll about on the tongue and in the mind
4. I wrote a fanfic once, as long as some novels, but less original 😉
5. I’m cocky enough to think that if I work hard enough, if I am truly prepared to revise 100 drafts of the same story, I have enough talent or skill to actually pull it off. It’s the working bit that matters most though. The determination to work through the 100 drafts, if that is what it takes.
I wonder at what point that thought ‘I am a writer’ will feel like knowing. I suspect not till the 100th draft – or thereabouts.
This post was inspired by Allison Tait’s post: When did you know you wanted to be a writer?
Now I’ll ask the same question of you – When did you know you wanted to be a writer?