Friday, September 4, 2009

On Becoming a Pro

Yesterday I felt like a professional writer.

Not because the writing flowed. Not because I received a check in the mail. Not because my critique partners were left in puddles of awe over my writing.

Yesterday I felt like a professional writer because I worked on my rewrites.

I was tired and I worked on my rewrites.

If I could take naps (oh, I wish I could take naps) I would not have taken one. I would've worked.

Because I'm learning how to be a professional writer.

I write when I'm inspired, and I see to it that I'm inspired at nine o'clock every morning.


CR: Prime Time by Hank Phillippi Ryan.

It's all better with friends.


  1. Life, sons and telephones intervene. But I'd still like to feel like a writer. I enjoyed your piece.

  2. I wish I could work on rewrites. I just THINK about them. :)

  3. Yay! I love the rewrites. I'm working on some of my own as we speak!