Monthly Archives: June 2012
Day Two’s writer challenge is about ’believe’. Here’s how it is defined in the dictionary:
be·lieve [bih-leev] be·lieved,be·liev·ing. verb (used without object)
to have a conviction that (a person or thing) is, has been, or will be engaged in a given action or involved in a given situation.
I like how ’believe’ is defined both as an intrinsic attitude and an external behaviour. To believe I am a writer I have to write besides thinking of myself as one. Period.
As part of the challenge, we were challenged to get up two hours earlier than our usual routine and just write. I didn’t. Though I did end up waking up in the middle of the night and thought about what I would write.
Then I remembered an unfinished piece of writing I did earlier on about my puppy entitled “Lessons I learned from puppy Ginger”. I decided I would write about her. It also felt right to do that since I am holidaying and missing her terribly. Writing about her, in a way, would perhaps allay my missing her…
“Lessons I learned from my puppy Ginger”
1. Never sleep alone, if you can. The best way to sleep is to snuggle up to someone.
2. There’s always room for play anywhere, anytime.
3. You got to eat everything at least once and then decide if you liked it enough to ask for seconds.
4. Be friendly and accepting to anyone or any dogs. No matter how they look like – breed, size, colour. It really doesn’t matter as long as you are up for a good play!
5. Keep trying. When at first you don’t get your way, don’t fret. Just keep at it. And a dopey helps. A lot.
6. Discipline is hard medicine but love conquers all. Hugs and kisses that follow afterwards is proof that you are loved.
7. Sleep with abandon. I love how you could just fall asleep anytime and shortly after, be snoring away.
I am a writer. There, I’ve said it. But am I, really?
Who is a writer? Is it someone who writes for a living? Or who has published works? Or is it just someone who simply, writes.
As part of the challenge I had to declare to someone that “I am a writer”. So last night I told CS my significantly ’better half’ – “I want to be a writer! Will you support me?”
“Of course!” he nodded at me from across the bed. “Remember the time I got you that PDA because you told me you wanted to write?”
Oh yes, of course. I’d forgotten about that actually because the PDA broke down just barely after a year. And I returned to writing in notebooks again.
So am I a writer? No ifs. No buts. Today, I am declaring: I write, therefore I am, a writer.