“It’s smart! I used a thesaurus!” -Joey Tribbiani
“On every word?” -Chandler Bing
“yep.” -Joey Tribbiani
“What was this sentence, originally?” -Monica Geller
“Oh, ‘They are warm, nice people with big hearts'” -Joey Tribbiani
“And that became ‘They are humid, pre-possessing homosapians with full-sized aortic pumps.'” -Chandler Bing
“Yeah, yeah. and hey! I really mean it dude” -Joey Tribbiani
Let me start this post by saying that I never really considered myself a writer. (yes, my degree is in Professional Writing. No, that does not mean all professional writers are going to write a book.) I mean, I know I can write. I understand grammar and punctuation, and I can form a sentence (seems easy, yet, let’s be honest, a lot of people struggle with it). That being said, when people asked me what I was going to school for, my response was usually “editing” or “publishing.” Never did I say “I’m a writer.”
Actually, if I’m being completely honest, I used to hate when people read my writing. I wrote stuff when I had to, (school papers and the like) but never wanted people to read my creative writing. I had to face this fear when I became a communications intern for the Writing, Rhetoric, and American Cultures Department at Michigan State University. When my boss told me that we would be writing anywhere from 4-8 pieces per week, I remember saying “I don’t like to write” to which he promptly replied, “Well, you’ll be getting over that.”
And I did. I wrote pieces every week for the WRAC website, where hundreds of people saw them. Now, I have another communications internship. This time, it’s for a much larger organization, where thousands, not hundreds, of people are going to be reading my writing. And you know what? It doesn’t phase me. So far, I’ve written 7 pieces, and I have 5 more in draft form right now. Writing has become a part of my daily routine. (which is also why I decided to start blogging, finally.)
Well i’ll be damned, I am a writer. Hazzah.