The Cost of Entry

Ah, the blank page.
Some writers' worst nightmare.
Wait...did I just call myself a writer?
With only a children's book draft and a year of blogging to hang my hat on?

I know I'm a stoneworker. Not because of accolades or recognition. There haven't been many. External validation doesn't make you a stoneworker, or a florist, or a runner, or a teacher, or a drunk. I'm a stoneworker because most days, I'm picking up stones and placing them next to each other. The cost of entry into the field is doing the work.

I'm not a Pulitzer winner.
I'm not a bestseller.
I'm not even a published.

But I show up most days and face the blank page.

All that said, I do feel weird calling myself a writer.