When I first started writing professionally back in the early aughts, it took a while to get up the gumption to call myself - out loud - “a writer.” I’d only published a few things, after all; I wasn’t making a living from my writing yet. It felt audacious to claim the title, even as it became more and more true.
To ease in, I started putting “writer” in…
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