I don’t yet consider myself a “writer,” because it seems like a calling more than something you do on the side, as a hobby or interest or whatever. Words come to me easy on most days, and I grab at them eagerly. Does that make me a writer? Hmmm.
P ends up complimenting many of the emails I send out (the ones he is copied on), and I jokingly wonder – can someone pay me for that, writing good emails? Ahh, I wonder.
Recently chanced upon the website and writing of Mary Anne Mohanraj. Now she is a writer. She writes A LOT. She is deeply, deeply invested in literature, the art and craft and teaching of writing, various types of fiction, etc. I got her first book titled Bodies in Motion, and have begun to make my way through it. I like her style. It is evocative, picturesque and sensual without any pretentiousness or “trying-too-hard” kind of thing.
Reading through her blog made me remember the time I wrote for simple fun. Not really intending to make a point or share an insight… but simply give form to my daily life and thoughts through words. I think I need to start doing it again. For one, it will ease the pressure of writing something “deep.” HA.