This past weekend, my husband and I went away on a 27 ½ hour vacation for our 9th wedding anniversary. I only took a few pictures, but they seemed to have the theme of “looking up.” (We had breakfast on Sunday in a bistro with a stained glass ceiling and then took a walk.)
I had a realization about my writing with the same theme.
I “owned” the term writer a long time ago. I write, therefore I am a writer.
Poet has been a little more difficult to own. I’ve self-published a book of poetry, but to be honest, the fact that it is SELF published reduces the legitimacy in my own mind. The two things that have helped me get there are acceptance by other poets and having had one poem chosen through a blind jury process for a collection. So, I’m a poet.
It suddenly occurred to me this weekend, though, that with the imminent release of a novel through Tirgearr Publishing, I can legitimately say I am a poet and a novelist.
It was a bit mind-boggling. I’m still reveling in that that.
Now, time to get back to writing.
Melora Johnson's Muse 