My Journey of Self Discovery

What makes me a writer

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I wrote my first poem when I was in the 6th grade. I wrote one 6 liner verse and 4–5 2 liners and showed it to my parents.

I remember writing them, the hesitation and the desire to show them, the sort of disbelief on my parents’ face, the feeling of content inside me. That was a good day.

But I didn’t try to write poetry for a long time. I was happy with the feeling that day gave me and that was that. Since then I wrote whenever musing appeared in front of me unannounced and I instead of realizing that it was my muse, ignored it many times over and finally, succumbed to the compulsion of writing, and wrote what my muse brought me.

Those excursions with my muse didn’t make me a writer. Those surrenders made me maybe a puppet of my muse. But that’s it.

It took years for me to finally ascend to a writer status. It took effort from my side to finally acknowledge myself as a writer. Those efforts included creating a blog, blogging a lot, getting in touch with a blogging community, daily writing, daily publishing on my blog, battle with my self-doubt, a lot of hesitation, and finally accepting myself as a writer.

It wasn’t a straightforward journey. It wasn’t a journey from point A to B. I traveled from point A to C, then traveled back…