So I told you that I am taking a writing course. It is an online course and we are a week in. So far so good. It has been a relatively easy week. We have all introduced ourselves and were given our first assignment. Guess what it is.
We have to write a blog!
Oh boy, another space where I get to take words out of my head to share, compare and comment. The interesting thing is not so much my words though, as other people’s take on the process. Very few of the other people in the course have blogs. Many of them are journal writers, but the idea of sharing beyond the oh so personal journal page is daunting. I get that, but I also find myself looking back at me while reading these people’s thoughts.
As I wrote my first blog post almost six years ago, I feel like those initial inhibitions have faded somewhat. Apparently I have a certain level of confidence. Don’t get me wrong! I could still use plenty more growth, but it would seem that playing with words all these years has been good for me. I remember well tentatively thinking about calling myself a big “W” writer and being daunted by the thought, let alone the action. Now I know that just the act of putting words to page makes anyone a writer. The trick is to be the best writer you can be!
Do I have a leg up in the course? Maybe, but not necessarily. Does it matter? Not a jot. I am taking the course to expand my knowledge and perhaps hone my skills a little more. Hopefully I will make acquaintances with some other local writers and we will all increase our confidence in the process.
For now though, I need to mull over our next assignment. I need to write about my first childhood memory. Off to history class for me!
Are you comfortable sharing your thoughts and words? Does that make you a Writer? What is your definition?