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You Are a Writer

I am a Writer, Dammit.

By Kear Anne Simmons

“What do you do?”

“I’m a writer.”

“That’s awesome! Are you published?”

Every as yet unpublished writer I know has had many versions of this conversation. The most common result? The person asking looks bewildered, and the writer gets that pit in their stomach. The one that makes us feel like we need to explain ourselves. The one that leaves us wondering if we’re grasping at a title we have not yet earned.

When I was a little girl, people would inevitably ask me what I wanted to “be” when I grew up. In hindsight, that’s a very big question to ask a very small person. Ask me now and I’ll probably just tell you I want to be happy. But as kids, when faced with a daunting question that did not yet hold weight and expectation, most replied with answers part-fantasy, part-parental suggestion. There were a lot of future princesses, police officers, presidents, and doctors in my kindergarten class. But me? Somehow, I was sure. When little Kearstie was asked what she would be when she grew up, she responded quickly and proudly: “I’m going to be an author and illustrator of children’s books.”

Never mind that I had yet to show any sort of advanced artistic skill – still haven’t, come to that. I knew, even then, that there were stories I had to tell.

Growing up, I dabbled in many different passions, but writing carried through long after I accepted that my drawing goals were a pipedream. And still, people asked what I wanted to “be” when I grew up – and my answer (which was a lot less certain now) was always accompanied by well-meant, if contradictory, advice. Choose something you love, but make sure to be realistic. Follow your dreams, but stay close to home. You want something that will make good money – oh, but nothing too stressful, dear. So the answer to what I wanted to “be” became more muddled, less clear, under the advice and expectations of others. And my so-clear dream of writing? That fell to the wayside somewhere between finding something realistic yet lucrative (but also, do what you love).

I went into college with serious plans to be an orthodontist, of all things. I’m pretty sure I just looked up well-paying jobs with low stress, and went with that. This is what comes from expecting 18-year-old kids, who had to raise their hand to use the bathroom the year before, to make major life decisions. But I digress.

It only took one college chemistry class to realize I was bored out of my mind – and I blamed my method of choice. Maybe chasing dreams would work better. So out went realistic and profitable, and, as I was enjoying acting in school, in came my theatre major. It wasn’t until two years later that I realized I had no desire to run off and pursue acting in a big city, and I sat down and, maybe for the first time since childhood, thought about what I wanted to be.

And as I sat there, writing in a journal about what I wanted, and what I liked, and what I didn’t, I remember staring down at my pen and notebook and realizing that I was doing what I wanted. That, when confused, when unsure, I returned to what I knew and loved. I returned to the words running through my head, to my thoughts, and to my own abilities. I had been searching for what I wanted to be, and I remember thinking I’d found my goal. I would be a writer.

Now, looking back, I realize that it wasn’t a goal – it was a turning point. I was already a writer. I had been a writer through years of college and high school and grade school, dreaming up poems when I was sad, and journal entries when stressed, and scribbling relentless story ideas at the most inconvenient of times. I had been a writer since I was a little girl with a story in her brain, who decided to take pen to paper and create a world from ink and imagination.

I was a writer, then, and still, it would still take me years to own the title.

What is it about the title of Writer that we find so daunting? Maybe it’s that it, like so many of the arts, is considered more of an abstract, a calling, than a career. Maybe it’s hard for people to consider art as a job, thinking it to be more of a hobby. Hard to fathom, really, when we take bits of our soul and turn them into magic. Let me tell you… it’s work.

I remember working in a bar after college, and writing on my days off, and thinking I’d be a writer when I got a job using my craft. And then I did! But it wasn’t my kind of writing. I didn’t feel like I had earned some unknown ideal that was the title of writer. I was still searching for what it meant to be a writer.

And my next job? Writer wasn’t even in the title of that one. It didn’t matter that I used my writing skills every day… I no longer wrote for me. For the first time since childhood there was an expanse of time where I did not feel like I could write. The “idea” of being a writer was getting farther away. I got married. We had a baby. And I went back to work at that demanding job. And I thought my childhood dream was so far gone at that point that it was beyond recognition.

Then something happened. I took a look at my daughter, and I took a look at myself, and somewhere in between those two things I let go of expectations… mine and others. I let them go. I let that well-paying but high-stress job go. And I started writing again.

And now I was writing for myself, and my future. And when people asked what I did for a living, I began talking about my book with enthusiasm. It may not have been what they meant (I’m certain they’re usually asking what I do to pay bills, which when you think about it, is an odd thing to ask a person) – but it was, and is, the only answer I have to give. Yes, I am a writer, dammit. No, I am not yet published. The former does not require the latter.

I don’t know if it’s age or experience, motherhood, or just growing the hell up, but I worry less about preconceived notions and unsolicited advice these days. We, as writers, have got to stop holding ourselves up to the ideals of some abstract meaning in the word.

Do you write? You are a writer.

You are a writer as soon as you put pen to paper. You are a writer as soon as you picture a scene in your head, or hear a snippet of conversation, and begin to build a story around it. You are a writer as soon as you choose to be.

And it doesn’t matter if you’re published. It doesn’t matter if you write fanfiction online, or silly stories in your journal; if you’re seeking traditional publishing or going indie. It doesn’t matter if the only person who will ever read the words you commit to paper on this green earth is you (and maybe, if she’s very lucky, your mom). Being a writer is choosing to take your time and your heart and your words and your soul and make something new with them. And if you endeavor to do that, you have earned every bit of the title. And you should own it.

These days, I find the struggle of what I want to be when I grow up isn’t so hard anymore. I am grown up. And I am a lot of things.

I am a mother.

I am a wife. And a daughter. And a sister.

I am mildly addicted to caffeine, and enamored with a good rainstorm.

I am an introvert, and a fast talker, and a damn good friend.

I am a writer.

And most of all, I am happy. And that is the best title of all.

Meet Kear Anne Simmons

Kear Anne Simmons is a writer (see what she did there) from southern New Jersey, who is working on finishing her first complete novel. Complete, because she has started several throughout her life, only to discard them like loose socks who could not find their pair when she realized they weren’t the stories she was supposed to tell… at least not yet.

She is a mother to a sweet little pixie of a toddler, a wife to her video game-loving soulmate, and they all share snuggles with a cuddly black dog named Chance and a possibly part-demon but oh-so-lovable black cat named Jynx. When not toddler chasing, she can be found curled up writing or reading, hoping for a good thunderstorm. You can connect with her on Instagram @kearbetweenchapters or follow her on Goodreads.

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This is a great article. Yes, I am a writer damn it! 😁 Thank you Kear ❤

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26 ago 2021

You have always been the best writer I’ve ever had the honor to know. I remember that little girl telling everyone how she would be a writer and author of children’s books, without a doubt in her little, fierce mind. And I never doubted you for a second and still don’t. I also remember the day that you decided you were truly unhappy NOT writing for you. That was one of the happiest days of my life. I loved seeing every facet of your life that has built you into the writer you truly are. Published, schmublished. If anyone has had the opportunity to read ANYthing you’ve written, they should be honored, I know I am. I can’t WAIT fo…

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