Author or Not?
It was shortly after I returned from a writer's conference that I felt it would be okay to call myself author. It pulled me out of my sleep at 2 am.
I am not published. Yet. I've been a fanatical addict of the art ever since I can remember. Let me see, uh . . . I started writing when I was 10. I wrote short stories in 5th grade. My first full blown novel was started in '91.
I finished it in '99.
It's called Tragic Innocence: 224,892 words. Fantasy. It is about an elfin girl who learns that she had unknowingly betrayed her people in the worst possible way. She embarks on a quest to right the wrong and falls in love along the way.
Along the same lines but on a different note:
I remember how I would flush and shake my head when people would coo over my artwork in elementary school and say that I was an artist. I felt that I didn't deserve that title. Nope. Not me.
I am an artist. I don't get paid for my art. But I am an artist.
Can I call myself an author, though I'm not published?
Should I? Should I? Should I?