What Makes a Person a "Writer"

Not long ago a friend made the comment that I wasn't really a writer because I only had short stories published. I was surprised and a little hurt and immediately thought "Well, YOU have never had anything published so THERE!" But then I calmed down and breathed through the threatening tears and just smiled.

So then I saw on a forum another writer that basically didn't consider herself a writer for this very reason. It made me wonder "What Makes a Person a Writer" and it has been bothering me since.

To me, if you put pen to paper in any attempt at poetry or fiction or nonfiction, you're a writer. You could be an unpublished writer or a published writer, a short story writer or a novel writer. Heck, you could even be a good writer or a bad writer. You're still a writer no matter what format.

Don't get me started on the word "author." Seriously.

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"Gone Fishing" Copyright 2010 by Carey Burns Prissy jumped down from Veronica's lap and skittered to the front of the fishing boat, her paws on the side rail as she barked at the kids fishing on the shoreline. "Von, will you keep that ratty dog quiet? She's scaring away the fish." Sam reeled in his slack line, wishing he would have left her and that damn dog of hers at home instead of letting her weasel her way into his fishing trip with Bailey. Baily Evers was the only reason Von had any interest in fishing and she flirted with him mercilessly in the truck and for the first hour on the lake until Sam told her to shut her silly mouth. Since then Veronica sat sulking with Prissy whimpering in her arms. Bailey chuckled. "Maybe we can hang ol' Pris over the edge and see if there really are barracuda in this lake." He tilted back his Dodgers' cap and wiped the sweat from his brow, squinting as he stared off across the lake. "Should we

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