I'm insecure and wallowing in it...

Hello my dear fellow Insecurists!

It's that time of the month again, thanks to the wonderful Alex J Cavanaugh, Ninja Captain extraordinaire, and his co-captains for the month, Nancy Thompson, Mark Koopmans and Heather Gardner. Go on over and give them a shout! You can find the entire list of participants (and there are many of us) on any of their blogs or here on mine if you click the tab up beneath the title. 

So, what have I got to tell you this month? Half of 2013 has already passed us by and yes, it really did pass me by. I haven't gotten ANYTHING done that I've meant to get done! Where has all that time vanished to, can you tell me that? 

And on top of my I've-got-no-time panic moments, I've signed up for Camp NaNoWriMo and I have yet to write a single word. But I will. Because you know what? I may not have done much writing done lately, I may have Story Attention Deficit Disorder, my Muse may be temporarily absent, but in spite of all that, 

I AM A WRITER!!!!  

Insecure or not. 

All Evidence to the Contrary...

I AM A WRITER

No really. I may have had little more than a handful of hours to write these last few weeks, and perhaps I'm  terminally plothopping, and ok, so I'm really, really bad at finishing things.

But you know what?

I'm still a writer. Because, you see, no matter what I do, all I want need is to write, to tell the stories of all those people roaming around my head like so many plot bunnies dust bunnies tumbleweeds. I can't seem to stop. Even when I have no pen at hand, no paper close by, scenes and conversations run through my head and I curse myself for not having a dictaphone. I'll see something on the street, hear a snippet of someone talking on the phone/to their neighbour/to the waiter, and there it is, that bit of plot I've been missing. Or maybe a new plot, who knows.

According to some of my friends, I even have conversations with myself.          o.O

So here's my statement of the day:

TESSA CONTE IS A WRITER

and maybe, one day, soon I'll be an author, too.

What about you, my dearies? What convinces you that writing is what you're meant to do?