In the three days of NaNo, I’ve realized that I lost something of my identity as a writer when I began writing for a living. Bizarre, isn’t it? But as I have shared with some of you previously, I am often so busy writing for others that I hardly ever write for myself anymore. I have become a person who writes, rather than writer. This is not what I want for my life. This is not what I fantasized about when I dreamed of my life as a full-time writer.
Thought other WriMos might enjoy this line of thought. Whole post at http://bit.ly/4sPlqa
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Kristen King
http://twitter.com/kristenking
http://inkthinkerblog.com
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