Why write?

I think wanting to write and wanting to be a writer are two different things. Let me try to explain my thoughts. Not easy when you live in my head. For me, writing happens all the time. I might feel a poem coming on and find something to write it on. I use writing to clarify my thoughts. I might even submit a half baked story from time to time, but I never saw myself as a writer; just someone who writes. So what changed?

For me it was a combination of getting older and the pandemic. The realisation I might run out of time to become a writer!

So I enrolled in some courses with the Australian Writing Centre, joined some writing groups and took myself, and learning the craft, seriously.

If course now I’m full of, what if I’m not good enough? What if I stink as a writer? And there are real voices in my head telling me to quit before I embarrass myself.

But to those voices I say, so what. What do I have to lose. 🙂