Tap tap tap. "Is this thing on?"
(pause)
"Testing, testing, one two three."
Sigh. (clear throat)
"Uh. Hello. My name is Susan Allred. And I am a writer."
***
How do I know, you ask?
Well, that depends.
Maybe I knew I was a writer in 3rd grade when I won a school wide writing contest that sent me to an area-wide young writer's conference.
Maybe I knew when I started getting A's in my creative writing classes, and decided that I loved to write.
Maybe I knew when I decided to minor in English in college.
Maybe I knew when my father gave me his mystery game business, and I began writing and selling mystery games all over the world.
Or Maybe it was when I finally sat down and finished writing my first novel. And then my second. And now I'm half way through my third of five books in a series.
I don't know when, exactly, I decided I was a writer. But I can tell you the moment I decided to say it out loud for the world to hear.
I was at an ANWA writer's conference in Rosario Beach, WA with my friend Kat Rosenbaum. We had the distinct pleasure of listening to Carla Kelly, a historical romance writer. On her final speech, she urged us to say it loud and say it proud, "I am a writer."
So hear I am.
I am Susan Allred, and I am a writer.
Thank you.
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