If you have trouble putting words to paper, I’ve perhaps got the opposite of that problem (or maybe it’s sister.) My largest difficulty is finding inspiration, although a close competitor is actually finishing anything. I can write the emotions, sometimes the characters, but the plot evades me, and the descriptions and settings are simply often overwhelming.
There are no sounds, the visuals are lackluster at best. On this definition, it probably means I’m not truly a writer. I think my strength lies in editing anyway, but the part of writing I really enjoy is characterization. I can almost fall in love with my characters, not in the I dream of them way, but in the sense of dreaming about them, wondering what makes them cry or laugh. It has it’s risks, obviously – it’s too easy to make them into my own version of a Mary Sue – but at the same time it helps me get more in tune with them, and if I can go through phases of editing to control their perfection (more often a startling lack of such, but anyway) then it often ends up reasonably ok.
Somewhat, tho. Actually, that brings up a question: when is it that you can call yourself a writer? Is it simply the act of putting carrot to paper and having words come out in an order that pleases you?
When did I start calling myself a writer…I don’t think I really have (Have I? I may have without thinking about it) but I definately love to write. I think it’s a title bestowed upon you by others. I think after a certain peer group recognizes you as a writer, one can call themselves a writer.
A published author doesn’t necessarily mean they are a writer, it merely means they are published. I think…does that make sense at all?
Yes. I’m probably putting too much weight on the words, because after all that’s simply all they are – a title that designates what we do with our time, but at the same time that – validation… I want it so badly. Lol. Theres a writing group Im’ planning to go to this week, if I can. Should be fun, I hope. A little nervous, though…