A Writing Journey

Posts tagged ‘society’s expectations’

Bowling and Writing 1

I love bowling. I was on my high-school team, took the class in college (come on, could there be an easier credit?) and am now part of a bowling league. But I still struggle to call myself a bowler. To the outsider, I doubt there is any question that I am a bowler – I have my own ball and shoes for goodness sake! – and yet when I look at myself in the mirror, I just see someone who really likes to bowl, but isn’t all that great. Well, it’s all relative, I suppose. My last league night I had a 117, 72, and 136. To some that would be excellent, to me, it’s alright, but compared to some of the others, it is downright disgraceful.

That shift in perspective is why I have a hard time calling myself a bowler. I am not as good as I want to be, and that means I am not a bowler – right?

Of course not. Bowler (according to Merriam-Webster) just means a person who bowls.* I am a person who bowls. I am a bowler. I AM a BOWLER.

Okay, so lets try to carry this over to writing, shall we?

Like in bowling, I struggle to call myself a writer, and for much the same reasons as I struggle calling myself a bowler. I write all the time (or at least a lot), I have finished four manuscripts, and I revise like crazy. But when I read, the words stir me and take root in my gut and twist me into a new being – someone who can’t see the world in quite the same way because of the significance of what characters have gone through, someone who has learned something through reading.

And I sit back.

And I think, I don’t do that. I don’t teach anyone anything. I don’t stir emotions and twist guts.

And I don’t call myself a writer, no matter how many of my friends tell me that I have a wonderful story, no matter how many times they tell me it is powerful and moving. They’re my friends – they have to be nice, don’t they? And yet. Writer just means one  who writes. I write. I’m not published, but I write. I know that I am a writer. But saying it aloud, it carries societies preconceived notions of what being a writer is – published, a little eccentric, and either dirt poor or filthy rich. I am not any of those things. Perhaps that is why I cannot call myself a writer – not yet at least. Just like my stories, it is a work in progress.

Do you call yourself a writer?

Take care, fellow travelers.

*It also means a player who delivers the ball to the batsman in cricket and a type of hat – but those aren’t exactly relevant. 🙂

Advertisements

Tag Cloud

Quiet Water Craft

Official crafty blog for my Quiet Water Craft Etsy shop

creativepixie.wordpress.com/

eat up some crafty goodness with a creative momma

My Crafty Musings

A Crochet Blog

Panda Gets Crafty

Crochet. Knit. Needle felt. Cross stitch.

my world of crocheting

"And presently I was driving through the drizzle of the dying day, with the windshield wipers in full action but unable to cope with my tears."

Masala Vegan

Plant based cruelty free recipes for cooking, baking and living from India and beyond!

Flourish & Knot

Handmade Living - Budget Decorating, DIY & Craft Tutorials, Sewing, Flower Arrangement Tutorials - Montreal, Canada DIY blog

Elephants Hankie Blog

Question everything, Explore Life, create wonder.

Crochet by Wendy

Handmade Crochet Items, Gifts and Accessories

Crochet539

Handmade, Festive Adornments

Amanda Crochets

Handmade with Love

Lime Green Lady

Crafting chatter with patterns, projects and photos.

The Crafty Mummy

DIY, Crafts and Handmade