“When something can be read without effort, great effort has gone into its writing.”
This is a quote from a man called Enrique Jardiel Poncela. I’m not going to sit here and whittle on about him and pretend that I know all about him, because I don’t. I knew I wanted to write a piece about writing and so Googled writing quotes. I wanted to find something that I could relate to and felt that this was perfect.
I was thinking the other day about my blogging and how enjoyable it’s been, and thankfully it’s proving to be enjoyable for my readers. But it got me thinking (I’m starting to sound like Carrie Bradshaw now!) when are you considered, or, when can you call yourself a writer?
At the beginning, when I had no clue where this was going, or really what I was doing, I wouldn’t have even considered it. But now, I’d like to think that maybe I could be. Do you have to be a recognised published author? Or a columnist with daily or weekly deadlines? Just because these people may get a bit of cash in their pocket or a few pence per word does that make them any more a writer than me? After all, I too am doing it for the love of the words and for the pleasure of my readers. And so what if I get a little bit of pride out of it as well?
I’m hoping my words can be read without effort, because great effort does go into every post. And every word is a piece of me. You can’t ask for more than that.
Just a thought.