Unbecoming a Writer

There was a time, not too long ago, when I couldn’t have imagined calling myself a writer—and by “writer,” I mean the kind that gets paid to do work that’s actually published in print and credited through a byline. During that time, I did write, but I only wrote either for personal reasons (in a private journal or this blog), or for the ghostwriting assignments I took as a freelance web content writer.

During that time, I was but a girl who wrote and loved writing, but nothing more than that. And I was quite happy with how things were—I loved my craft, and it loved me back.




And then the unthinkable happened.

The opportunity came for me to get published in this month’s issue of a national teen girls magazine, the glossy kind I liked to feel with my fingers, the smell of which I was addicted to, the pages of which I savored cover-to-cover, THE ONE magazine I absolutely adored as a teen and practically grew up reading. Now, how cool is it to get to see your work published in something you’ve basically worshipped for most of your adolescent years? Very cool.


Indeed, it was a dream come true for me. It was the first time I felt like a “real” writer, signing a writer’s contract, receiving a brief from my editor, having people to interview, working with a serious deadline, and getting pressured by the idea of putting out something that’s going to have my name on its byline. I mean, I’ve always felt like a “writer at heart,” but never a writer by profession. In my view, since I didn’t have a degree in Journalism or Mass Communications or Creative Writing or any of the sort, I didn’t have any right to call myself a journalist or a writer in the professional sense. Nowhere in the road map of my life did I seriously envision having to establish any sort of a professional track record as a writer.

But what happened happened, and almost instantly, I knew the game had since then changed. In the same month I was doing the assignment for the teen magazine, I got an offer to do a column for a local daily. Although I was informed that if I accepted the post, the articles I’d be doing for the column were to be done pro bono, I couldn’t be happier to be granted such a golden opportunity. From how I saw it, I didn’t really have any right to demand a professional fee for my services as a writer anyway, as I didn’t feel like I was professionally qualified for it. I was happy and contended enough with the thought that at least through the column, I’d get to have a voice, and have it get heard too.

And thus is the story of how I came to terms with calling myself a writer as how I defined it. For the first time in my life, I recognized I could possibly push past being just a writer at heart and actually get to be a professional writer, someday hopefully an accomplished author. Yeah, I thought, nodding to myself. Maybe, just maybe, I could pull this off.


But after treading just 5 meters of this road towards supposed professionalwriterdom, here I am feeling like I’ve hit a solid-hard brick wall. I am stuck.


“Why is it that the words we write for ourselves are so much better than the words we write for others?” — Sean Connery as William Forrester, Finding Forrester


After my article in the teen magazine came out, you’d think I’d have all the motivation and confidence in the world to scour greater heights and continue striving towards producing stellar-quality work. But just the opposite happened.

In the weeks that followed my national article’s publication, I had attempted to write a few other articles, but I guess I was so taken by the idea of having to maintain a certain “reputation” as a writer, that ultimately I became afraid of putting out anything else at all. Writing is one of those professions wherein you need to pay extra attention to the quality of your work every single time, as whatever is published under your name (especially if it’s published online) has the potential to either help you or hurt you. Like most other partisans of the creative life, you have a portfolio which will more or less define your mark as an artist, as a crafter of words. And the moment that thought struck me, I was paralyzed.


I don’t know if they have a word for that, but in reading and listening to the experiences of other writers and artists, I recognize I am not alone in feeling that way about producing subsequent work. Melissa Dinwiddie accurately described it in her article What Nobody Ever Told You About Following Your Passion:

“Positive feedback to my early work, rather than motivating me to create more, paralyzed me in a resistance headlock. I wanted to be prolifically creating, but I felt so much pressure to perform up to my ‘potential’ that I completely choked.”

 I couldn’t have put it any better myself. Elizabeth Gilbert, author of Eat, Pray, Love, also spoke of this paralyzing fear in her illuminating TED Talk Your Elusive Creative Genius:

“And it’s exceedingly likely that anything I write from this point forward is going to be judged by the world as the work that came after the freakish success of my last book…It’s exceedingly likely that my greatest success is behind me. So Jesus, what a thought! That’s the kind of thought that could lead a person to start drinking gin at nine o’clock in the morning, and I don’t want to go there. I would prefer to keep doing this work that I love.”


Now, I am nowhere near the success of Elizabeth Gilbert as a professional writer (it makes me queasy even seeing the pronoun “I” in the same sentence as her name), nor do I envision myself to be so in the next couple of decades of my life. But I do get what she means with feeling that “my greatest success is behind me” and how it builds this sort of anxiety that puts a stopper to the flow of words I would’ve let myself write had I still been that girl who simply loved to write and wasn’t bothered by any thought of having to take care of a reputation or a portfolio as a “budding professional writer.” And I very much feel what she said about preferring “to keep doing this work that I love.”

Now I find myself in the middle of a room where half-finished articles are strewn all across my writing desk and a folder named “unfinished” has recently been created in my computer drive. To say that I’ve been suffering from writer’s block seems to me a complete understatement to describe my current predicament.




And it occurs to me that probably, the only way I’ll ever get to write like I have before, and the only way I’ll get to finish this friggin’ article and post it on my blog once and for all, is for me to lift that label I have allowed myself to bear the pressure of for one day too many. I need to stop thinking of myself as a “writer.”

Blogger Suzie81, in her recent Freshly Pressed post Professional or Hobbyist? asked author Caitlin Kelly of the Broadside Blog what she considered to be the right time for someone to start calling themselves a writer. She quoted Kelly of responding,

“…someone who is soi-disant ‘a writer’ is someone I would need to show me their commercially accepted and published work — and a consistent sales record in the thousands — to qualify.”

This was exactly what I needed to read so I could guiltlessly free myself from the label “writer.” I had one paid-for, nationally-circulated published piece, yes, but nothing more than that. No “consistent sales record in the thousands.” That definition officially disqualified me from being called a writer in the professional sense, but rather than driving me to the depths of disappointment, it granted me more freedom to become more myself again, instead of trying so hard to reach an idealized image to the point of being afraid to make mistakes.


“If I waited for perfection, I would never write a word.” — Margaret Atwood


I understand that the paralyzing anxiety and fear I felt are part and parcel of daring to lead a creative life. Henri Matisse was really on to something when he said, “Creativity takes courage.” And what is writing but one of the most influential, genuine forms of creativity? It is the creation of, in Neil Gaiman’s words, “something that wasn’t there before.” It has the potential to bring great joy to the creator, but also a great deal of frustration and struggle when he cannot quite get over an obstacle that keeps deterring him from satisfactorily doing the work he feels called to doing.

So now I am making the decision to unbecome a writer, at least for now when I am still trying to find my feet and only beginning to discover what I can do. The fear of making mistakes and of tainting a portfolio with not-up-to-standard work has no place in this craft. I guess it’s safe to say that the best writers did not become so by worrying about their reputation or image or professional track record all the time. They simply wrote, about what they knew to be true, what they would like the world to know, what they think should matter.

I am going back to being the girl who wrote and loved writing, and didn’t bother about maintaining a professional portfolio, or about writing to meet other people’s expectations. As J.D. Salinger wrote, “An artist’s only concern is to shoot for some kind of perfection, and on his own terms, not anyone else’s.” I will continue honing my craft out of love and respect for it, and I shall continue to write because I want to write, I need to write, and it’s the only way I know how to make sense of the world, to get through pain, and to leave a mark that will still be here long after I am gone.


I am unbecoming a writer by profession. But please graciously welcome me back, as a writer at heart.


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298 thoughts on “Unbecoming a Writer

  1. Fear and Self-Doubt are the only real barriers to success. If you can’t believe, you won’t achieve. Fish swim and birds fly. They don’t worry about how they compare to others in their species. If you’re a writer, you write. If you’re a singer, you sing. The difficulty comes when you switch focus from making music or literature to making money. Don’t worry about making money. Stay focused on saying something worthwhile.

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  2. I’m glad you are “going back to being the girl who wrote and loved writing, and didn’t bother about maintaining a professional portfolio, or about writing to meet other people’s expectations,” because SHE is the writer who got published. I felt the same as you, but remembering this helped me to get my feet under me again. Write for yourself first, then find your audience. In time, hopefully, our audiences will find us.

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    • Great point, Neeks! “SHE” was indeed the writer who got published, and it would’ve been a betrayal to her if I had disposed of her and taken on another persona after seeing my work on print. I agree with you; let’s stay true to ourselves and eventually those who hear our message for what it really is are bound to find us. 🙂


  3. This post is very encouraging to me. I seem to have a similar type of paralysis (instead of calling it fear). I don’t have any published work but when I thing of writing something that others will read, I tend to shy away because I want to be sure that it is “good enough.” It is good to know that others struggle with similar feelings. And we will definitely receive you as a “writer at heart.”

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    • Thank you for sharing your own experience and insights on this! 🙂 It’s through comments like yours that I also get to learn that more people than I think struggle with these feelings. But at least through this space in the blogosphere we can uplift and support each other to keep at writing anyway. All the best! 🙂


  4. Good for you for being prepared to strip away so many expectations in order to stay true to yourself as a writer, and to fight to keep what inspires you. A writer at heart is exactly what you must be 🙂

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    • Thank you for the affirmation! 🙂 I think it was more a necessity than a choice on my part because it was the only way I could ever get back to writing again, and to love the process for what it was. It’s a great way to put it, by the way: “To fight to keep what inspires you.” 🙂 Thanks for dropping by my page!


  5. This makes me think of something I unwrote-

    what if i wanted to write something
    a poem that rhymes or doesn’t
    about someone or no one
    with or without God

    what if i wanted to talk about love
    what it is or isn’t
    who I’ve loved or haven’t
    if anyone

    what if it were a poem that nobody
    ever read anyway
    then I could say
    whatever I thought

    what if I’d rather be quiet
    and hear the symphony
    of noises that make up silence
    including my breathing

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  6. Your thoughts loudly echoed my innermost feelings…they still bombard the chambers of my writing room with great force! You could not have said it better: Those feelings of despair have hit that writer’s block occasions.. .

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    • Thank you! It means a lot to me to know people connect with what I’ve shared here. I hope those feelings of despair don’t stop you from continuing to write but instead be the well from which you can draw more meaning and reason to write. 🙂


  7. This was really a good article. You are so right here, when we think about the output and what other people would think of our work, we get nervous and we end up staring at our blank page. So, we shouldn’t think about others, we should just write. We should express what we have to say. That’s the mantra of good writing. 🙂

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    • True! Overthinking, especially when it involves worrying about what others would think, is one of the greatest deterrents of the creative flow. You’re right, let’s keep doing what we do best by staying true to our hearts instead of dwelling on our mind’s doubts and fears. Thank you for reading and sharing your thoughts on this! 🙂


  8. Hi.Im Hope.im just 17 but I am so confused too..my parents want me to do medicine but I want to do Psychology and maybe Mass Communication…
    Hey, please check out INFP profile…just Google it because I highly believe you are.
    Great post!

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    • Hi Hope! Consider your parent’s points on why they want you to go into medicine, but also be aware of your strengths and interests. Be open-minded about possibilities. Anyhow, whichever path you choose in life will teach you lessons you cannot learn anywhere else. Take everything as a learning experience and don’t be afraid to start over if you feel the need to. 🙂

      Btw, I took an MBTI assessment before, and initially I got INFJ. Upon retaking it several months later, my results showed INTJ. Hehe!


  9. Reflecting on your top post years after you wrote it, I am wondering where you are at now, in thinking about writing as a profession? Reflections or advice to new writers as you continue on your path? I’ll look for another post along these lines but I am curious about your reflections now, and if your true-to-passion writer-self has found herself published “commercially?” I suspect you have!

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    • Wow, I never thought to reflect back on this, but the time may be right that I do! As of the present time, I haven’t published commerically yet, but since this post was put up, I’ve had another three articles published in a national paper (as a contributor). I don’t write fiction and only ever do essays/creative nonfiction, so in case I do publish commercially later on, it might likely be a nonfiction book in psychology.

      My short-term goal is to gain enough experience and knowledge in psychology to give substance and credibility to my written work later on. I anticipate I’ll be working on publishing commercially maybe 5-10 years from now? (That’s my earliest estimate, haha). In the meantime, I have contented my “true-to-passion writer-self” to writing in this blog and maybe contributing a few essays to publications here and there. 🙂

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  10. Reblogged this on Echoes In The Ether and commented:
    A beginner on a creative journey, I too have faced a similar situation – unfinished drafts and discarded ideas, only because they were not as “perfect” as they could be. What good is perfection, if it leaves you paralyzed? A nice post I found useful in reminding me to write for the right reason! 🙂

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