I suppose this is the post where I talk about my thoughts about writing. That said, I suppose this is somewhat of a “sister” post to my post about blogging that I wrote last month .
Sometimes, I look back at the girl posts and think, “Wow that girl is really depressing.” All the stories that I have lined up for the girl are stories when she’s feeling down. Does that mean that she’s generally pessimistic and blue daily? Not really.
I was doing chatting with other teen writers (I’m still not a writer!) and someone had mentioned that she was started writing 6 months ago. I responded with a sentence that made no sense (“I’ve been writing for” or something similar). She replied, ” You meant longer than me [6 months] right?” As weird as it sounds, I’ve only been truly “writing” for 3 weeks. Three weeks ago, I started writing something that will probably never end up on this blog (a long story/book thing). Weird isn’t it? But yes, I’m not a writer, even though I’ve started on something that isn’t public.
I emailed this post to a friend, the same friend who knows about this blog, and she was like, “It’s interesting how you draw such a line between blogging and writing. But I still think you’re both!” I shrugged even then, despite the fact that we were chatting over email where she can’t see my face nor my body expressions. I still think I’m a blogger, not a writer.
I read a tweet on twitter that went something like this, “If you don’t think blogging is real writing, then you [expletive].. etc” I don’t really think that I’m saying that. I’m more saying that I’m not a writer.
Yeah. Still not a writer…