I've been working on my writing fairly hard for the past seven years and really intensely for the past two. I've had short pieces published--two poems, a short story and a short article, only one for pay--but no acceptance yet on anything longer. I have finished but not yet submitted two novels and have 70000 wc of a third plus various beginnings of others plus about a half dozen or so short stories. I've been to one writers conference and belong to one writers' group and one critique group.
But I still hesitate to describe myself as a writer. I feel happy enough when I read what I have written, but when I think about it, I shrivel up inside. (This is pretty strange, to be pleased with the words-- or at least the story-- when I am reading but so full of doubts anyway.) Last night I almost confessed to my writers' group that I feel like a talentless hack (except a hack gets paid, doesn't he?), but I was glad I didn't because they were moved and frightened by my free write, so I kept my doubts to myself.
So, what does it take for me to consider myself a real writer? Do any of the rest of you think this way?
But I still hesitate to describe myself as a writer. I feel happy enough when I read what I have written, but when I think about it, I shrivel up inside. (This is pretty strange, to be pleased with the words-- or at least the story-- when I am reading but so full of doubts anyway.) Last night I almost confessed to my writers' group that I feel like a talentless hack (except a hack gets paid, doesn't he?), but I was glad I didn't because they were moved and frightened by my free write, so I kept my doubts to myself.
So, what does it take for me to consider myself a real writer? Do any of the rest of you think this way?