Several weeks ago my family and I attended a small group from our church. It was one of the first meetings so we went around the room and did introductions. Simple stuff. What’s your name? Where do you work? Questions I’ve answered a thousand times. But as they came to me, I found myself giving an answer I never have. At least not out loud and not to strangers.
“Hi, my name is Tacheny Perry and I’m a stay-at-home mom and a writer.”
End of sentence. No caveat. No prefacing it with ‘aspiring.’ Just “I’m a writer.”
And saying it like that made my heart pound, as if when they heard the ‘unpublished’ part, they’d laugh or throw rotten fruit or something.
But I said it anyway, because that’s what I am. Being a published author may still be just a dream, but I’ve always been a writer.
I get up every morning at 5am and pour my soul into characters I’ve only
met in my head. I laugh and cry with them, because to me they’re real. And yes, some day I want to go into a bookstore, walk over to a shelf, and find a book with my name on it. But even without that, I love sharing quiet mornings with my stories.
So here I am, irrational fear in check(mostly), introducing myself to yet another group of people:
I am a writer.
Welcome to my journey.
And please, no one throw virtual fruit at me 😉