{"id":658,"date":"2016-03-01T00:14:00","date_gmt":"2016-03-01T00:14:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/katrina.effexhost.com\/index.php\/2016\/03\/01\/am-i-still-a-writer\/"},"modified":"2016-03-01T00:14:00","modified_gmt":"2016-03-01T00:14:00","slug":"am-i-still-a-writer","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lifewithkatie.com\/index.php\/2016\/03\/01\/am-i-still-a-writer\/","title":{"rendered":"Am I Still a Writer?"},"content":{"rendered":"<div style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\">\n<a href=\"https:\/\/blogger.googleusercontent.com\/img\/b\/R29vZ2xl\/AVvXsEh244m69WBDBG5-9-z3xJ56lBxaBnp5UMerR0RjtxAi62fk7zAQHyXczrtr4jayZYQY5LSDnAcjyGdVQW6Uxcfb4DPQYlFgO7sJwXvjvpkSEpbmiEAnpFaKOGAVF4U0QDeunyNY0H-nRIDS\/s1600\/a93e906f6f8451a9bd719c901da531ac.jpg\" style=\"clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" border=\"0\" height=\"200\" src=\"https:\/\/blogger.googleusercontent.com\/img\/b\/R29vZ2xl\/AVvXsEh244m69WBDBG5-9-z3xJ56lBxaBnp5UMerR0RjtxAi62fk7zAQHyXczrtr4jayZYQY5LSDnAcjyGdVQW6Uxcfb4DPQYlFgO7sJwXvjvpkSEpbmiEAnpFaKOGAVF4U0QDeunyNY0H-nRIDS\/s200\/a93e906f6f8451a9bd719c901da531ac.jpg\" width=\"200\" \/><\/a><\/div>\n<p>Once upon a time, I used to write. I wrote stories. I wrote poems. I wrote articles. I was always writing. Then, I stopped. Oh, it wasn&#8217;t all at once. It was bit by bit. First, the poetry stopped. Then, the stories. My blog posts became fewer and further between. I desperately tried to hold on by keeping my recipes flowing, but even they stopped after a while.<\/p>\n<p>My writing became limited to Facebook posts, occasional tweets, and even more occasional reviews. As my mental health issues grew worse, I found it was easier to give in to the silence. I convinced myself, or maybe the depression convinced me, that I didn&#8217;t need to write, that I had nothing left to share with the world and if I did, no one was listening. Instead, I took other people&#8217;s words and I tweaked them. I poured pieces of myself into other people&#8217;s work. I became an editor. I took pride in my work and when something went to print, it was as if I were still putting a piece of myself out into the world.<\/p>\n<p>That&#8217;s changing. I find myself frustrated that they&#8217;re not my words. Recently, a story that I did the editing on went to print and even the author didn&#8217;t give me public credit for the work that I had done. I knew the publisher wouldn&#8217;t put my name in the book, but I thought the author would thank me when he thanked others. Except, he didn&#8217;t. It hurt. I&#8217;d never had that happen before. My authors always have made sure that I got credit when it was due.<\/p>\n<p>Now, I find myself wondering if I&#8217;m still a writer. Are the words still there inside of me? Can I put them down again and make them sing? Can I find that part of me again that was one that I cherished the most and was the hardest to let go? Or am I destined to just be the tweaker of everyone else&#8217;s words, silent in my work, an unsung hero in the publishing world? Or worse, will this part of me continue to fade away until it&#8217;s gone completely?<\/p>\n<p>Or is this the first step?<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/s227.photobucket.com\/albums\/dd163\/kroets\/?action=view&amp;current=Name2.jpg\" target=\"_blank\"><img decoding=\"async\" alt=\"Photobucket\" border=\"0\" src=\"http:\/\/i227.photobucket.com\/albums\/dd163\/kroets\/Name2.jpg\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>If you like what you&#8217;ve read here, please share it with others using these buttons:<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Once upon a time, I used to write. I wrote stories. I wrote poems. I wrote articles. I was always writing. Then, I stopped. 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