We are not what we think, or what we say, or how we feel. We are what we do.
Nailed it, Livingston! What we do matters – waaaay more than all that other stuff.
So when Mom sits down and writes something new or fixes something old or submits something she likes or works with her critique group named LindaVijiJenConnieandOtherJen, she is a straight-up writer.
Sometimes, she sits on the balcony and reads her Kindle.
Sometimes, we go to the park.
Sometimes, she teaches me tricks.
Sometimes, we play.
Sometimes, we work as a therapy team.
Sometimes, we shop.
Sometimes, she leaves me alone like a dog, and reads books at the bookstore which I’m pretty sure is a hop, skip, and a jump from stealing.
Is she a writer then? Well, not a straight-up writer, but still a writer. She says, “I’m getting ideas” and “I need to keep it fresh” and “Staying current is important” and “I’m mind-writing” and “Let’s get moving, weirdo. We’re burning daylight, here!”