I Am A Writer.

I never called myself a writer. I never thought I was good enough – clearly limiting myself only by my own battle with perfectionism. I pursued 12-year career in advertising where writing was the PS – rather not the body – of my life.

Finally, they fired me and I found myself in a moment of mental liberation. I was forced into a crossroads of low risk and nothing to lose. With fear eliminated from the equation, I took a chance.

I decided that yes I was going to define myself as a writer. Like I am a mother, a daughter, a sister, a girlfriend. I am a writer.

I started speaking when I was 9 months old, which was a relief for my mom who was never very keen on the baby stage. I skipped the babbling and baby talk and went straight to Russian cynical observer.

I like to tell stories, write narratives and write countless lines of description. Yet I do not consider myself incredibly imaginative. I am astute and analytical. I appreciate the background as much as the foreground. I want everything to be explained scientifically and proven to me. I doubt so much that sometimes I over tell a story. (And then sometimes I do it again.)

In hindsight (or is it not in hindsight if it was a good thing?), the journalism major made sense. I wasn’t ready to concoct my own stories because I hadn’t lived them yet. I spent the first part of my life commenting without evidence. Nowadays my rants have been substantiated by life.

So what makes a good writer?

Everyone has their yardstick. For me, I’d like to take a reader on an experience, if only momentarily, into a world I create for them. I’d like to engage them and leave a touch – an emotional reaction, introspection, realization.

A good writer paints vivid pictures with words, creates complex and realistic characters with values, conflicts, vulnerability. A good writer gives rise to towns and builds houses. A good writer will successfully let you see out of someone else’s eyes, wear someone else’s shoes, be in someone’s else’s head, and be a fly on every wall. And he will use very few cliché’s in transporting us to this alternate reality.

A good writer will make judgments and assumptions. He will scrutinize and analyze and philosophize. A good writer will understand how to tap into the nerve that makes us cry and laugh and empathize. A good writer is a transcriber of human nature, of life.

Unlike a doctor or a lawyer, a writer doesn’t require a formal degree to make it legit. You are a writer if you write. But deeming yourself a writer and sustaining yourself as a writer were on two different plains.

I had safely landed on one and needed to build a bridge to cross over onto the other.

People tell me that I am a good writer, that I have a way with words. I’ve even heard that my writing is poetic. (Ironic since I don’t really read or write poetry.) My definition came from somewhere else. I realized I was a writer because if I’m not writing it down all the time, it comes spilling out of me.

I am a writer because I am a thinker.

I’ve always been a thinker; and have never found the off switch. I get by on very little sleep and usually am in a state of perpetual go. Writing grounds me. It gives me a place where I can be as loud and as ambitious as I want to be.

I often strive for perfection – and sometimes get beautiful. Occasionally I get ‘good enough.’ Often I get just one little nugget out of four pages. But I gain sanity. I gain clarity. I clear the clutter out of my head and onto the paper. I release it from the jail of my mind and create space for more.

3 thoughts on “I Am A Writer.

  1. I think you should be a good online instructor for journalism class.You very similar to my professor Dr.I.Lisker [who is also musician]

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