What does it mean to be a writer? Many things of course, yet it always comes back to the feel of the keys beneath your fingers, the pages filling with your thoughts, as they leap from your mind out onto the screen before you. Only what then? Do you take a deep breath when the job is done, or do you save those words, and start all over again?
For me it is both, but let me explain.
There are thousands – millions of writers in the world. Some have faces we know, names we race to pick up at the local bookstore, or from the internet, but they all started the same as the next person who writes that very first line. The virgin writer, who sees the world of publishing as one of wonder. Yet to figure out there is so much more than ever anticipated.
"What an astonishing thing a book is. It's a flat object made from a tree with flexible parts on which are imprinted lots of dark squiggles. But one glance at it and you're inside the mind of another person, maybe somebody dead for thousands of years. Across the millennia, an author is speaking clearly and silently inside your head, directly to you. Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people who never knew each other, citizens of distant epochs. Books break the shackles of time. A book is proof that humans are capable of working magic."
[Cosmos, Part 11: The Persistence of Memory (1980)]
How true a statement that humans are indeed capable of magic. In the end being a writer, or having the wish to write is determind by the words of Cosmos.
What more is there to say?