What makes someone a writer?
In this age of technology, with "writers" being published throughout cyberspace at the click of a button, what truly defines a writer?
I have always had a dream to be a writer. But as I look back over the year of this blog, isn't that what I have become? In a manner of speaking? Granted, this is not the literary classic I would aspire to leave upon this world. It is filled with eye-catching photos, strategically placed to keep the attention of internet readers. It is filled with entirely too many ellipses, too many spaces, too many "emoticons".
But it is something. And if it is anything, I am a writer.
That is a powerful assertion. It has always been a goal, yet I don't feel I have arrived.
But who ever does?
As you may have noticed, I have been struggling with the direction of this blog now that I am married. What in my life is of interest to others? Do I talk about our financial struggles? Our "newlywed" successes and failures? Or do I back away from the personal nature of the blog and find a different voice? A different path?
I don't know yet. I am still trying to figure it out. I have thought about shutting down the blog. Moving on. But I am not ready to do that either. I feel as though I have gained something of a community here, and I'm not ready to leave. Not yet.
So thanks for sticking with me during this time of soul searching. Or blog searching. Or whatever you want to call it. I appreciate you all giving me the chance to be a writer, if only in a manner of speaking.