On Writing.

What does one have to do to be considered a "real" writer?

Does this blog count?

I haven't been exercising my writing muscles like I should. I come at writing like I do with my workouts. I yo-yo. Intense dedication to flippant disregard. Why can't I balance?

It's like the tree pose. I try to focus on a point in front of me. But then the air shifts or someone else wiggles, and I stumble. I need to find my point. Be the tree, Erin, be the tree.

That's just my way of telling myself to write more. Just write something.

I shouldn't be too hard on myself. I wrote another play! Sweetly edited and altered by my good friend and co-worker. Plus, I'm directing too. Bonus! I love the time to flex those creative muscles. Feels good.

Makes me want to keep writing. Nothing like a flash of inspiration to kick you in the bum. Also, I use the following words too much when writing.

Actually

Really

Pretty

Bam

The last one is strange, I agree. It is a play about dinosaurs who are anticipating the crash of the asteroid. Hence the BAM! It has also come to my knowledge I know VERY little about dinosaurs.

What should I write about next?