I just checked my stats. It confirmed what I wanted them to be.
I am a writer.
I like the sound of it. Writer, Writer, Writer. No one can take it from me because I get paid for my work. I am a professional Writer.
Sure, the individual amounts are not large. My biggest hit netted me $1.00. Does it matter? Not a bit. My income comes from other sources.
My careful accumulation of money over long years of boring labor has paid off. Now I am free to write and dream. At age 95 I have broken through.
I did not find a photo of my old KMM Royal on which I learned to type. I wanted to feature it on top of my success story. It does not matter much. Just a whim.
One writer in Medium said, “Don’t look at your stats”. That writer has a point, but that point is not for me. I will look at them daily, confirming my status as a professional.
A guy riding up on the elevator with me looked at me and said, “I know your name from somewhere?” I jumped at the opportunity. I said “Perhaps your read one of my pieces. I am a professional writer you know’’. He did not know, but now he does.
Holy Moley my conceit is running away with me. Love it. I have been standing in the shadows too long. Now I bask in the full key light of down stage of authorship.
Yes, I even published a book.
If your story is analogous to mine. Give writing a try. It will change your attitude toward yourself for the better.
