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Eventually, I settled on the title I'd long wanted to claim: writer. Finally, finally I had quiet blocks of time during normal daylight hours to pursue paying gigs and work on my novels. I had arrived.
Then, the next month, I got an email that rocked the boat and called my new definition into question as I entered the next phase in my life and career(s).
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Now, five years later, I find myself in a new identity crisis. "Educator" has risen to the top, squeezing out "writer" and all the good habits I developed in that first year. During the summer, the roles typically reverse, with writing taking top priority, but teaching may be on the horizon for this summer, leading me to push the writing panic button.
Am I still a writer if I don't write?
Ah, but I do. I'm embarrassed to admit how long I spent in panic mode before coming to the realization that I'm still a writer even if my novels are languishing. I write a minimum of five blog posts a week in addition to writing at least one article a month for online or print publication. It's not writing for a living, but it is writing. And, although class preparation has taken over my daily sprint time when school is in session, I still manage to get a little work in on those novels from time to time. It's not ideal, but I haven't given up either. I love my characters and am fortunate to have readers who want to know what they're up to.
So, for now, the day job will prevail. That's not all bad -- except for the fact that I can't eke out enough writing time, I love what I do -- all of it.
As long as writing is on my radar, I am still a writer.