Great writers are born, not made. This cliché is all over the world of writing, as if it is some exclusive club. I’m here to tell you this is not true.
If you’re like me, you probably have looked in the mirror once or twice and asked what you were meant to do. In my application essay for Fairfield University, I wrote that we are all incomplete sentences. We spend our lives looking for the ending. We try relationships, work, substances both good and bad. We throw ourselves into things to find meaning.
I am a writer. There was never a different option.
The trick is giving yourself permission to claim your ending.
The trick is understanding why.
There are a handful of “overnight” success stories. Stroll through your local bookstore and you’ll see shelves full of people who have gained contracts and released something for the world to consume. The mistake is measuring yourself against these other writers. They have their stories.
You have yours.
We aren’t called to write for the shelves or Kindles. We write to make a difference. You are called to make a difference. The payoff is when one person, someone you’ve never met, posts a comment, sends an email, or tells you they were impacted by your work. When they tell you that you’ve changed their life, gave them hope, and let them know it will be okay.
We write to serve, not to sell. When you answer the call and put your thoughts on paper, you’ll be amazed at what can happen.