Step by step, I am making myself into whom I wish to be.
Just yesterday I got word that I was chosen for a position as a Blog Editor at Literary Mama- an online literary magazine for the maternally inclined.
This didn't just happen because of my good looks. No, I had to apply, send along a resume and a letter stating why I was a worthy blogger. And then I had to wait- as with all things that have to do with writing.
While I waited, I perused my resume. This thrown together thing that somehow on paper was meant to convey to a distant person who exactly I am. (Ever the question for me- check out The Artist's Words tomorrow for another post on who I am.) But something occurred to me as I read through my extensive blogging credits, and much much shorter writing credits--
I am a blogger. I blog. I blog a lot. I have blogged about my life for six years, in various formats. I am striving to be a writer, a published writer, and writer with writing credits. But as I look back over the years, over all the blogs, I see I am a writer already. I always have been.
Thankfully, I did not have to wait long. I had a phone interview with the Ed-In-Chief Caroline, and five days later, along with one other talented woman, got the job.
Now, I say job, but you should know that Literary Mama is an organization made up of creative and crafty writer-mothers who all give their time and skill to the magazine out of pure Love of Literature. No money doth change hands. Yet, I am prepared to take on my new blogging responsibilities with a creative heart and a wage-earner's passion.
I have read the essays and fiction and columns of Literary Mama on and off for the past year or so, and I highly recommend it. I can say that with honesty, because I have yet to post my first post. Who knows what direction the thing will take with me on board. But this I can say with certainty... I am a blogger. I am a writer. I am a Literary Mama.