Hi. I’m writing a novel.
Well, who isn’t? I mean, what’s more prosaic than working on a book?1 Everyone fancies themselves a writer.
And, well, aren’t they right? It may be ripe for mockery, it may make one vulnerable to admit…but it shouldn’t. To be human is to be storyteller. To live is to possess worthwhile experiences, and these can be drawn upon to tell our stories.
I guess I’m sick of the gatekeeping and the shame. Are you alive? Ok. You’re in. You’re a writer.