So I haven't been doing much blogging lately. My identity has as a blogger been shouldered out of the arena by being a writer and being a student, which have been vying for the centre ring all year. I feel a bit weird identifying myself as a writer. I've had a handful of pieces published but I still feel like I'm not allowed to call myself a writer. I'm not a professional by any stretch, however I realized that if I don't address myself as the thing which I identify most then how can I expect anyone else to see me as such?
Aaaanyways, in my travels I've been doing a bit of everything-- except blogging. Last weekend I went to Kendal, on the edge of the Lake District in England. I've been running around this month, and really haven't been doing much to justify calling myself a writer, unless you call writing an exam "creative". But in Kendal I blew the beta dust off a word document and sat down to a big piece I've been working on. It's not finished by any means BUT having just over 10,000 words has made me more prepared to go back to being a student.
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