So. I'm an author of 11 novels. Two of those remain unpublished, one of which might become an ebook. It took me a long time to be able to call myself an "author" even when it was true. I've been a writer for most of my years. But tagging that author name to it? Wasn't easy.
Why? I guess because it implied some kind of notable success. Like I was "somebody". The fact is in terms of being an author, I'm a nobody. Not famous. Not well-known. Not sought after for interviews. Nothing like that.
But, I am an author.
Authors are as diverse as the novels on shelves. Some are social, some are reclusive, some are well-spoken, and some would prefer not to be heard verbally. Some spend hours per day writing, others run from it at times and wait until they've got what they need in their mind's eye and then they run to get it down, others set wordcount goals on a daily basis and allot time for their scheduled breaks. Some are rigid, some are loose in their writing habits. Some use methods that others couldn't attempt. Some are great teachers and encouragers, and others insist they've got nothing to impart or choose not to: they just write.
Some are cynical, condescending, unapproachable. Others love to engage with those who are trying to break into publishing with their first novel. Some are easy and willing to instruct. Others figure they don't have time for "fans" or "wannabes".
Some come off as philosophers, others as aloof snobs, others you'd expect to see on your next trip to the grocery store and be able to visit with them for a few minutes before you both go your separate ways.
Are we an odd bunch? Some of us, definitely yes. Some of us, not even close. And others of us are somewhere in between.
Father, you made us all. Some know it and honor you in their writing. Others don't. I thank you for giving me stories. Apart from you, I can do nothing. I'm so grateful. Please help me to keep growing in you and in your mighty power. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.