I Am a Writer

Posted On: 03.04.10

I am a writer

A few weeks ago, I returned to Dalton. My beloved second home from K-12. The place where I learned to read, write, and play the trumpet. I went in on a Friday afternoon to speak to a fifth grade class. It was Sister I’s class. She invited me to come in and talk about LIFE AFTER YES and the publishing process. And of course I agreed. But I must admit something. Making a cameo in her classroom made me impossibly nervous. But I shoved the nerves aside and I arrived. Clutching an advance copy of my book in sweaty palms, smiling a shaky smile, excited beyond belief.

My sister was wonderful. She met me in the lobby. The same lobby where I used to meet my friends before soccer practice. She led me to the room where she spends her days educating smart and curious kids. And the kids were amazing. They were quick on the approach. They studied me with keen eyes and promptly declared that Sister and I look alike. And they were right. We do.

And then I sat in the front of the classroom, twirling nervously in a black desk chair, talking about my own life after yes. About stumbling into a dream I couldn’t deny. About working hard and writing hard. About traveling down dark paths to destinations unknown. And I also talked about less lofty, ephemeral things. Things that were presumably a lot more interesting to a pack of eleven-year-olds. Things like book covers and vampires. Yes, vampires. On that topic, I had little expertise.

I loved the questions. The raised hands. The kids asked the most intelligent, nuanced, searching questions. One girl told me that she loves to write and that she has started several stories that she can’t seem to finish. She wanted to know if I had any advice. And we all know that I am haste to dispense wisdom, but I was put on the spot and I said something. I told this girl to write when she felt compelled, to give her stories the space they need, to finish them when they were ready. Her young smile, sheepish and smart, was priceless.

One kid asked if I always knew I wanted to write and I said no. I said that I always loved to write, but didn’t know until relatively recently that I wanted to write. And then another student asked me if I came up with my own title. And I said yes. Because I did. And then another soft-spoken girl asked if the process was all that I thought it would be or whether there were surprises. And I told her both. That it was everything I thought it would be, but that of course there were surprises.

There always are.

But the best part of the day? By far? Seeing my own sister in action. My big sister. The leader of the Donnelley sister pack. Sister I has always been exceedingly smart (she learned to read at age two and skipped Kindergarten), but she is also exceedingly modest. I had heard through the glorious Donnelley/Dalton grapevine that she is a wonderful teacher and very well-liked and respected, but on that day I got to see it. How she handled her kids with a mixture of humor and affection and firmness. How she alternated between questions that had answers and those that were not meant to be answered.

The day was incredible. Going back to Dalton was without a doubt one of the best experiences I have had since inking my book deal. And I think I am too close to that day to know why exactly. Maybe that day was so big for me because when I stepped into that colorful classroom, I could picture myself as a fifth grader – a quasi-studious tomboy in a green wool Celtics cap – eager to learn and eager to live. Maybe because I was given the sweet opportunity to talk about the twists and turns of the past eighteen months, and a fascinating process it has been a tremendous privilege to enjoy. Maybe because the happiness I felt on that day confirmed for me that this is it. That I have arrived. That whether or not LIFE AFTER YES is a sparkling success or dismal failure, this, right here, is where I am meant to be.

Ultimately, I think the reason that day was so important to me is actually quite simple. I think that for some reason, for some foolish and elusive reason, I have been reluctant to call myself a writer. Which is plain ridiculous because the moment I began hammering away at the trusty keyboard is the moment I became a writer.

Those of us who write? We are writers.

But that day? Standing up there in front of those bright young things talking about my life and my story and my book? It made it real. Exquisitely real. I walked out of that classroom and out of that school and back into my city and I felt different.

I felt, finally felt, like a writer. A real writer. And this is good. Because I am one.

I am a writer.

(It feels good to write this.)

(It feels good to believe this.)


  • If you have any questions at all about writing or publishing, ask away.
  • Have you ever been given a glimpse into the professional world of one of your siblings?
  • What were you like in fifth grade?
  • Have you gone back to visit your grade school?
  • Why do you think so many of us who spend our days writing are so reluctant to call ourselves writers?
  • What is the deal with vampires? Why are they so hot these days?

*Little experiment in generosity here: If you have a blog post you are particularly proud of, please leave a link to the URL in the comment box and (as long as it is not wildly inappropriate or offensive), I will Stumble It. I got this idea from a recent post on social media written by the lovely Scary Mommy. She “stumbled” a link of mine and I received a groovy boost in traffic that day so I am paying it forward. Hey, there’s nothing wrong with writers supporting other writers, huh?

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70 Comments for: "I Am a Writer"
  1. Oh, the questions I could ask about the publishing process. It seems to be constantly evolving and I am still learning it.

    I have a sister and a half sister that both work in finance. What continually amazes me is that they are totally different – both individually and how they approach their positions. One is in a multi-national corporation. One is a local school district.

    Have I ever gone back to my grade school? No. Like the hospital I was born in, the building where I went to elementary school has come full circle in my mind. My sixth grade class was the last class to graduate from Central. The building is now senior citizen apartments. The hospital I was born in – an assisted living center.

    I am not sure where the reluctance comes from to call ourselves writers but the first time I did it, I loved it. I have done it many times since then.

    Talk about disjointed comments. I loved your writing, Aidan, but am still on edge today so just answered your questions. LOL!

  2. Mo

    In some ways I’m a tad disappointed. About your lack of expertise on vampires I mean.

    But that was a cute post. I’d love to go and talk to the kids at my old school.

    I hope your sweaty palms didn’t mess up the book cover…

  3. I love how you were nervous to speak in front of 5th graders! And doing so helped validate you as a writer…priceless!

  4. You are indeed a writer. Your words – smooth, sensual and funny, edgy and quirky ΰ la fois. Joy to read. And as such, I am sure a joy to write…what a divine circle.

    I love that you went back to your old school…I have yet to do that. I do so love watching kids in their element (and yes, I get how creepy that sounded!!!). I help out once a week in my daughter’s SK class and have been asked to speak to them on a number of different occasions (on family traditions, having my own business, seasons). Their questions may not always be topical (or should I say, never) and it is a fantastic structure for me to remind myself to be curious with my own coaching clients. Always.

    I love experiments (and generosity…though funny how it’s so uncomfortable to be on the receiving end!), so please allow me to humbly participate with two caveats: 1) am a NOT a writer 2) the parameters you set about “a post you are particularly proud of” set me into a funny little tailspin as I NEVER think of what post I am proud of. But for whatever reason (perhaps it’s the context of learning from children), this is the post I will ask you to read (with thanks) and stumble if you will:

    Thank you for your words. I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again. YAY twittosphere for leading me to you!

  5. Those lucky kids! I’ll bet that was an experience that not only you, but some of the budding young writers, will never forget.

    Can I say that I’m jealous that you believe that you’re a writer? I’m not sure I’ll ever believe it. Just the fact that you do deserves champagne or something.

  6. Great post. Aidan, sometimes I think we’re riding on the same waves because your post speaks exactly to the thoughts that were in my head yesterday.

    Why are we reluctant to call ourselves writers? What’s that quote….”a writer is someone who shows up and writes every day”? And that’s what I do–that’s what *you* do so yes, we ARE writers. I’m glad that you are starting to own that title.

    My questions about publishing for you…because I may have missed it along the way somehow…how did you get your deal? Proposal? What has been the hardest thing so far about the process? The easiest? Biggest lesson learned? (I’ve wanted to email you for the longest, so thanks for doing this today!)

    One of my recent posts, that I am really happy with because of its honesty and openness is this: http://onasilentsea.com/2010/03/02/whats-in-your-head/

    I hope that it just makes it easier for others to be more open about their depression and the things that come with it.

    Thanks Aidan!

    • Aidan Donnelley Rowley

      Heartbreaking, honest and beautifully-rendered post. Has been stumbled!

      (I will pop back in later to answer your good questions. Running now!)

  7. I envy your writing skills.
    Stopping by from SITS to say Hi!
    I am adding you so I can come back & read more!
    Please stop by!

  8. You are a writer. Absolutely, certainly, irrevocably.

    And it’s my honor to watch you from here! I mean it.


  9. You are an amazing writer and it’s why I come back here, day after day. How fun it must have been walking down the same hall that you did as a child. A reflective day, I’m sure. And the joy in a child’s wonder – I think that age (fifth grade) is one of my favorites because they still have a child-like wonder look at the world. It’s still cool to be engaged and excited about learning. Almost makes me want to go back to the classroom!

    (And I don’t usually do this – bring attention to my own writing – but since you offered….I wrote a post today about bullying in the schools. Our reactions as parents, how other kids react. From the comments so far (and it’s only 10am) it seems like quite the hot topic among moms. And one mom wrote about group mentality and how we can turn the mob in a positive way. I didn’t realize how far reaching and important this topic was until I started reading my comments this morning. So thanks for the extra push! You’re kind to do this.)

    • Aidan Donnelley Rowley

      “How do I stop it? How do I prepare him? How do I protect him?… And how do I keep myself from these inadequate, shameful feelings?”

      Great questions. Great post. Has been stumbled!

  10. I love the title to your post, “I am a Writer.” You inspire me with your words and many times I think your posts are written just for me. Thanks so much for your words.

    Here are some of mine: http://beingrudri.com/2009/12/07/walking-away/

    Thanks Aidan.

    • Aidan Donnelley Rowley

      Your post is a brave and beautiful musing on walking away from a high wattage role as lawyer and embracing new roles. I can more than relate. Believe me.

      And your post has now been stumbled!

  11. Yes, you are a writer and a very soon-to-be published writer! I find it interesting that you hold the day you signed your publishing contract and the day you visited your sister’s 5th grade class in the same regard. But it was the 5th graders’ approval (not the publisher’s) that gave you the confidence to call yourself a writer.

  12. Well of course you are a writer! I think perhaps you were the last one to realize, though?

    What a wonderful experience to walk the halls of your beloved alma mater, hosted by your sister, and admired by curious kids. Congratulations on a successful visit. Reading your post carried me back to my own elementary school and made me a bit nostalgic for those innocent times.

    Thanks for turning me onto the Stumbling website. What a useful tool. One of my favorite recent posts is: http://tendollarthoughts.com/?p=446

    • Aidan Donnelley Rowley

      I loved this post about the conventional relationship wisdom of not going to bed angry and whether it holds up (or should) in the real world of modern marriage.

      Your post has now been stumbled!

  13. We all have our own little moments of validation. For me, it was the first letter of editor feedback (positive, thank heavens!) followed by the first check. That check, even though fairly small, was pretty momentous to me!

    In fifth grade I was painfully shy, bangs always in my face (so much so that my teacher kept combs and barrettes in her desk to pin it back, lol), nose constantly in a book and really only happy when I got to go to the gifted classroom for the last 2 subjects of the day. I used to visit my 5th grade teacher each year when we’d take my much-younger brothers to meet their new teachers before classes started again.

  14. Congratulations to you!

    And, what a generous idea to “Stumble” for others.

    In a completely uncharacteristic move, I snuck off and got a tattoo last year. Here’s the story:


  15. Eva

    Congratulations! This is a big milestone – and a hint of things to come, I’m sure. Speaking to many classes, groups at bookstores, etc.

    Seeing one of your dear friends or family “in action” is so revealing. It’s a gift, really, to see them in a different light. And these opportunities don’t come along often. I still don’t feel I’ve really seen my husband in action, in his element, at work. Oh, I wish I could be a fly on the wall!

  16. I wish I had something lovely to have you stumble, but lately my posts are a bit..lacking. The best I have is today’s post (http://makingthemomentscount.wordpress.com/2010/03/04/the-rapids/) That’s okay. I know I will get back in the groove.

    You are a writer. I am so excited to read your book!

    • Aidan Donnelley Rowley

      This post *is* lovely. Don’t think you ever left your groove. It’s not always easy floating on this river of parenthood… An exquisitely honest read, Amber.

      Has been stumbled!

  17. Aidan – I completely agree with Gale @ Ten Dollar Thoughts: “Well of course you are a writer! I think perhaps you were the last one to realize, though?” We’ve all been drooling over your (online) words for ages now. We can’t wait to slurp up your (hard copy) words on May 18.

    Despite my age, I’m technological deficient, so I can’t say I completely understand the Stumble Upon dohickey, but I can say I’ve enjoyed reading the blogs of some of your other readers. I should have known they’d be witty, emotional, and articulate!

    I agree with Tanya Geisler’s thoughts: “It’s so uncomfortable to be on the receiving end [of generosity], so please allow me to humbly participate…This is the post I will ask you to read (with thanks) and stumble if you will…” And here’s my link: http://mumfusa.wordpress.com/2010/02/07/generations/

  18. You are a generous lady, Aidan. Here’s my post for stumbling, tripping, falling or otherwise disseminating… πŸ™‚ It’s sure to provoke thought.

    You are unquestionably, indubitably- a writer. And a very, very good one.

    • Aidan Donnelley Rowley

      Oooh. I loved this post when I read it before and now even more that I have read it again. I am sure my readers will also appreciate this gorgeous and thought-provoking musing on the monologues and dialogues of writing and the powers and perils of anonymity.

      Has been stumbled!

  19. LPC

    Aidan, I have only just found you, and look forward to discovering your writing. As someone who has recently come out of the I Want To Write A Book closet, I thank you for this post. And what a nice offer, to Stumble our favorites. My favorite is probably one of my early posts, one I wrote before I knew anything about blogging, or the Internet. It’s my favorite because my daughter showed it to her friends. Advice from my 50-year old self to younger women…http://bit.ly/cS1tFa. Thank you very much.

  20. I am so happy for you. Way to take ownership!

    And what fun for you to see your sister in action. It is always so amazing when we can see our family or friends totally rocking it in their element.

  21. How cool is that! Claim it….WRITER, you are!

  22. T

    Oh this post made me smile!! I could picture the scenario… which makes you a great writer!

    I also understand the unsure feeling of saying that I’m a writer. I blog nearly every day but I still can’t say that I’m a writer. Even when I was a singer in a band who wrote my own songs, I still couldn’t call myself a songwriter. Why? Maybe because until someone else says it, it doesn’t seem real.

    I had the same thing occur with being an athlete. I completed 3 triathlons last year and couldn’t call myself and athlete until someone else did. It still feels like a strange label to wear.

    I had to laugh at your comment about “not wildly inappropriate or offensive”. Was that directed at me? LOL!

    Here is a post that I so enjoyed writing – I’ll let you be the judge of the appropriateness of it!


    Thank you for doing what you do!

    • Aidan Donnelley Rowley

      Perfectly appropriate, fascinating and wise! Really a must-read for anyone who is in a relationship or wants to be in one (all of us??)

      Must quote this part in its entirety:

      “Speak up. Encourage. Allow. Hold hands. Accept responsibility for your happiness. Trust. Believe. Touch. Have faith. Set boundaries. Communicate your needs. Be honest. Use your words. Let him be. Act with kindness. Connect as one. Be yourself. Give. See the beauty. Find the good. Accentuate the positive. Accept. Be thoughtful. Learn his language. Be open to his expressions of appreciation. Choose him. Forgive. Please yourself.”

      Has been stumbled!

  23. I think it was Anne Lamott (in Bird by Bird) who warned us first that getting published was so very anti-climatic, and had nothing to do with her FEELING like a writer.
    So it’s wonderful that you’ve reached this point–in such a sweet place as your sister’s 5th grade class–of feeling for the first time like a “real” writer. Of course you ARE a writer (and of course we will all keep chiming in that you are), but to feel it deep down? Well, that’s a wonderful thing.

    I had to go back pretty far into the archives to find a post I would be proud to share. And even then, I still feel sheepish. (I identify strongly with the Insecurities part of your title, if not the Ivy League!) πŸ™‚

    • Aidan Donnelley Rowley

      This post? Goosebumps. I will insist that both of my little sisters – history buffs – read this. And after reading the following bit, I’m sure all of my readers will click over:

      “Just because my daughter hasn’t been sold into slavery,
      Just because my husband hasn’t been tortured for his political views,
      Just because my son hasn’t been forced to fight a grown man’s war before he turns eight,
      Just because my faith is not currently cause for persecution,
      I still don’t get to be immune.
      I still don’t have an excuse for crouching apathetically in a caved existence.”


  24. Emily

    Publishing questions…how to do it!!! I must say I began banging on the keyboard last Friday, with a book in mind. I’ve got 8 typed pages so far πŸ™‚ so it’s a start, with the realization the end is a long way off yet. It’s autobiographical, with the story of how I met my hubby and went from an average American eater to being 1/2 of a family run organic farm that still uses horses to work the fields. I blog, so please stumble upon http://www.localharvest.org/blog/27987/entry/the_value_of_stillness

    or visit my farm online at http://www.pleasantvalleyfarm.weebly.com


    • Aidan Donnelley Rowley

      Your post is indeed a thoughtful tribute to the value of stillness in the fast-paced and frenetic modern world and has been stumbled!

      (Will pop in later with some more words about the publishing process. Or might write a whole post about it!)

  25. This post warmed the cockles of my teacher-y heart. There is nothing that radiates more hope and promise than a middle-grade classroom. How wonderful to hear that your sister is dedicating herself to work with such students, and how lovely of you both to treat her kids to such a special guest star.

    And you are, quite obviously, a writer, Aidan. One of my favorites.


  26. Now that you have embraced writer, do you discard lawyer? I hope not…

    If you are getting too many comments, don’t worry about this: http://marburyvmadisonave.wordpress.com/2009/12/21/wherever-i-go/

    • Aidan Donnelley Rowley

      (I do not discard lawyer!)

      Lovely post on the inescapability (is that a word?) of self and embracing what it is you actually want (instead of what you want to want).


  27. You went back to where you started and you said, “I am a writer!” How wonderful for you and your sister.

    Why is that phrase so difficult to say? Do you think you had to be published before you could say, “I am a writer?”

    I used to write for Nickelodeon and I was paid money for my writing. But I still choke on the words.

    The Artist’s Way sure helped me see my insecurities. But I still got ’em.

  28. Hi Aiden,

    I adore the cover of your book! It looks like a great read. Hope to check it out in May. Congrats on that, you writer you!

    It’s interesting how much courage it takes for people to say what they really are. Much easier to say what you really aren’t in our mixed up world.

    Loved fifth grade. The insecurities had not yet set-in. A powerful time for us girls.

    Enjoy basking in the glory of your book. Great work!

    Yours in rebelliousness, Giulietta the Muse

  29. I’m going to ask away about the publishing process. How long did it take you to write your book? When you finished, how did you know how to proceed into publishing it? It seems like a wacky world to try to crack. (A friend of mine has had some heartaches.)

    Here is a recent post of mine that I like:

    • Aidan Donnelley Rowley

      This is a great piece on the realities and fears inherent in raising a girl in a man’s world.


      (Am thinking that I will do a post on my publishing experience!)

  30. I’ve wanted to be a writer since I was in primary school. I’m only just beginning to recover from the fact that teachers and careers advisors told me that being a novelist “wasn’t a career”… because you know what? Even if it isn’t, it’s a GREAT hobby.

    As for a post I’m proud of… maybe this one: http://blog.rachelcotterill.com/2009/12/language-in-fantasy.html
    Perhaps you can explain Stumble to me. I understand its value to me as a webmaster, but I’ve yet to get any value from the site as a user looking for interesting pages.

    • Aidan Donnelley Rowley

      I remember this post! Such an interesting piece on the role and issue of language in fantasy fiction.


      (And still fumbling around with Stumble Upon, so no true expertise…yet!)

  31. Congrats on your successful speaking event, and I appreciate you sharing the experience with us.

    It must have felt odd being at your old stomping grounds–I bet not so many things have changed, but it still looked different.

    I am sure that was a great feeling.

    If you are not “stumbled” out, here is a post from my blog:



    • Aidan Donnelley Rowley

      Great post. My favorite part is the last sentence:

      “For one fleeting moment, in small town America, everything was right with the world.”


  32. D

    Hey! Congratulations on your realizing what everyone already knew (truly!). I am going through a bit of that myself since last week (as a litigator, not a writer). It feels really good when you start believing it, doesn’t it? Now we just have to get used to the idea and figure out the perfect blend of modesty and self-confidence!

  33. Awesome. I am going to speak at my high school next week about my path as well. I am nervous and excited but can’t wait to blog about it.

    I’m relatively new to blogging, but this is my favorite.


  34. I could feel your excitement and almost hear your sigh of relief. When I read your blog I feel as if I am there with you and it’s exquisite! You should be so proud.

    I found it so interesting to read about what it felt like to “go home” for you to that place where you spent much of your youth. I say that because I still live in the town where I grew up. I left (though didn’t go far) for just a couple of short years. I’m raising my children here. There is a comfort that comes from its familiarity. Did you feel that comfort while there or was it simply reminiscent? Anyhow I digress.

    So happy for you! Your journey as a writer is just beginning and I expect it will take you far.

    I’d love to share a favourite post of mine. Thank you for indulging me!

    • Aidan Donnelley Rowley

      I have these moments from time to time too! I call them my “invincible moments.” They are fleeting, but while they last they are fabulous.


  35. What a beautiful experience for you, the students, and I’m sure your sister as well! πŸ™‚ She must have been beaming with pride as she watched you speak to her students!

  36. Congrats, Aidan! Being a writer is something worth celebrating everyday.

    femme-moi-nin.blogspot.com is where you can find me, if you wish.

    Have an awesome writing weekend ahead!

  37. What a full circle moment that must’ve been!

  38. Lovely post. What a great day both for you and your sister. And congrats to you for owning what you’ve known all along -that you ARE a writer.

    I had a similar experience after I’d run my second marathon. When someone referred to me as a runner, I’d laugh. I’m VERY slow, I don’t have that whip-thin runners build – I’m just someone who runs. Then I realized that yeah, I AM a runner. It was a real “moment” for me.

    I would’ve loved to have been in that class today. As a fifth-grader, I was already starting to write stories and what a cool thing it would’ve been to have my teacher’s sister come in and talk about writing a novel. I would’ve had stars in my eyes for sure!

  39. Aidan,
    Thanks for doing this. Reading through the commenters on your blog, I’m getting exposed to so many interesting blogs and blog posts! And (I’m looking forward to your post about the publishing process from a writer’s perspective.)

  40. Kat

    I’ve only been back to my elementary school to vote, but even just then walking in through those doors you do feel a very “then and now” moment, everything feels smaller of course but I’m always surprised at how many little details I remember.
    I loved reading about your experience going back to Dalton, especially under these lovely circumstances! I don’t think you should worry about writing about your “privileged” education… it’s nice to hear anyone write about something they clearly loved πŸ™‚

  41. It took me many articles, essays and poetry publications to feel legit saying I was a writer. Sometimes I think I still won’t feel it completely till I get a published novel. Congrats on knowing it for yourself!

  42. This relates on so many levels… especially as I’ll soon head to out to my sister’s to do a “reading” of The Book. And my son’s teacher asked that I come in and talk about what’s it’s like to be an author. Um, they’re kindergartners but still…

    PS: I contributed to an book of essays about “life after Ivy” — when it’s finished, I bet you’ld dig it.

  43. There’s no way to measure what your inspiration is worth to fellow bloggers, aspiring writers and elemenatary school children. Kids need role models, especially those who support their teachers and demonstrate positive relationships with sibling.

    I write two blogs. One is called
    Leave The Gun Take The Canoli at the sietch.org

    Its about the sweet life of volunteering and it sometimes takes a serious turn.

    I’d love some feedback on a post I wrote in August (8/24) called The Contender. I’m wondering if the style is the direction I should go in.

    Meanwhile, I won’t give up my day job.

    Thanks for your generosity and your wonderful daily posts.

  44. Grazing through my RSS feed this morning, I was struck & stopped by your series of family photos/thoughts about your daughters as sisters. My “baby” sister recently visited on a swing through town (we’ve lived hundreds of miles apart all our adult lives). As we sat together cuddled up on the couch watching TV and giggling, it was so eerie thinking of us at 3 & 4 doing the same thing, and perhaps someday, at 86 & 87. As mothers, we always hope our children will remain close for a lifetime!

    I’ve had many exhibitions and even a museum purchase (under another name) but I still have a hard time calling myself an artist…and writer too I suppose, now that I have a blog and a book…

    I write and illustrate on the topic of body image and size acceptance. this week’s sketch features mother & child, and the issues of the changed body that comes along with the changed life.

    thank you so much for passing along the stumble-love.
    you rock!

  45. Aidan, my only excuse for being so late to your lovely post is that today was my dreaded birthday! And, after all the anticipation, not so bad!

    The question of you being a writer – oh my god! I can’t believe someone as talented and accomplished as you could ever doubt you’re a writer! Certainly when you have a BOOK coming out, you get to claim writerhood, right?

    But I do want to say that there are people who journal just for themselves and there are writers who press that “publish” button or “share” or whatever and face an actual audience and that takes it to a whole different level and that process is what finally convinced me of the difference between writing and being a writer. Being read.

    Here’s my link, which is a pretty recent post on The Ten Things That Lead Me To Believe That I May Be Jewish http://barmitzvahzilla.blogspot.com/2010/02/ten-things-that-lead-me-to-believe-that.html

    Thanks, Aidan!

  46. kim


    If you are not a writer, then neither was Tolstoy.

    The minutiae of family life, the existential questioning, the acute observation and intuition…all combined with an artistry of words…

    What in the world else would you be?

    I am NOT a writer, but I’ve been writing a bit.

    Here’s a sample:


  47. Good Day!

    I really enjoyed reading your blog and about your experience. I am leaving my blog address and hope you could ‘stumble’ it. I am an aspiring writer, which is why I blog in the first place. I only hope I could also say one day that I am a writer.


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