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.
~PETER DE VRIES
CR: Prime Time by Hank Phillippi Ryan.
It's all better with friends.
Life, sons and telephones intervene. But I'd still like to feel like a writer. I enjoyed your piece.
ReplyDeleteI wish I could work on rewrites. I just THINK about them. :)
ReplyDeleteYay! I love the rewrites. I'm working on some of my own as we speak!
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