I had an interesting chat with my oldest son, Martin, today. He was helping me order some new business cards. He had a little trouble with my dubbing myself a ‘writer’ because I have not been published. This boy of mine is a smart guy. He plans, studies, makes goals and then does everything he can to make them come true. He is morally sound, loving, polite, generous, responsible, and loved by many people. He is full of humor and engages me in wonderful conversations, for which I am extremely grateful. He completely burst my bubble!
Just as my big head was swelling to a delightfully plump size, filling to the brim with a newfound confidence and riding a wave of satisfaction at having completed my first novel, he failed to agree that I could now claim to be a writer on these little pale green cards that will carry my name elegantly scripted across the front.
We agreed that “aspiring writer” would be a more appropriate term, and we’re all about being appropriate. No false advertising here! I just hope I don’t have to throw out a bunch of these beautiful cards once a publisher does discover my hidden talent! Seriously, what harm is there in projecting one’s dream onto a business card? Don’t we see that type of overblown self-confidence thrust our way via advertisements every day of our lives?
I have written a mystery suspense novel…I’m a writer. One day, a wastebasket full of cards saying otherwise just might prove my happy point! Until then, I remain politically correct. Robianne Pace, Aspiring Writer