What Makes a Writer?

The other night I had a dream. I mean, to be fair, I dream every night and usually remember them however, this dream really got me thinking; at what point in my life do I become a writer?

In my dream, I was having a debate with my friends after they had told me that I wasn’t allowed to call myself a writer. My dream friends believed that unless you had a piece of writing ‘professionally published’ then you could not call yourself a writer. They also believed that to claim this title, you had to write for your living. Now, this got me thinking; I technically declare myself a writer, is this okay?

Currently, I do not write for a living. This is definitely not an ideal situation for me as I’m desperate to pursue a career in writing and hopefully one day I will have achieved that and, fingers crossed, I will have published works available to purchase. I will of course, continue to work towards this goal.

I write almost every day, whether that’s a blog post or working on my novel so, I would class myself as a writer; even though it feels almost like a hobby to me as I get so much enjoyment out of it. When working on my book the goal is to get it published one day and make some money from it, so surely this is also work?

I guess I have essentially given myself the title of ‘Writer’ and luckily I’ve not had anyone question it, but I’m still unsure whether this is deemed as acceptable in the writing community.

What do you guys think?

Picking up the Pieces.

Today is going to be a bit of a heart to heart. I haven’t blogged in a while and this post should hopefully explain some of the reasons why.

Some of you may, or may not know that I suffer with mental health problems. Unfortunately, this does not mean that I just feel a bit anxious sometimes or I get down in the dumps. I suffer quite intense mental health problems. Over the last year, I have struggled with my mental health more than ever before. I was officially diagnosed with depression and anxiety around July 2016 and was advised to take anti-depressants. I was also offered six free counselling sessions through my work which I could not have been more grateful for.

It’s eight months on and I’m finally beginning to feel like myself again; I have been back at work and I must say, I’ve thrown myself into it. Some people might think that I’m pushing myself too much however, I’m really loving feeling good again and I want to make the most of it.

Today, hasn’t been great. I received a rejection from a job that I had applied for, a job that I REALLY wanted. I had tried so hard at the interview and gave almost all I could, as you do in an interview, but unfortunately, it just wasn’t my time.

I had a cry of course, all the thoughts ran through my head like ‘All of that effort was for nothing.’ but, it wasn’t for nothing. It would be so easy for me to be disheartened about the whole situation but, this is not what is going to happen. I’m going to pick myself up and get on with it. I’m hoping more than anything that this will give me something to work on and I can use this opportunity to progress.

I have always been a strong believer that things happen for a reason and I’m sure there is a reason why this wasn’t my time, hopefully this will come to light eventually. Maybe there’s a publisher just waiting to pick up my book idea?! Haha, wishful thinking there!

Either way, if I look at this situation as a whole, it’s not ideal but, it’s amazing to see how far I have come. A few months ago I was so in the dark that I couldn’t see the light; now I’m able to pick myself up and look at the positives, this in itself is a massive achievement!

I have never really posted anything this personal on my blog however, I want anyone who is having a hard time to know that it can get better, you just have to be patient and persistent. You can do it!

If anyone needs any advice or just someone to listen, feel free to drop me a message. There’s nothing more rewarding than knowing that you can be there for someone in their time of need.

xXx