As silly as it seems, sometimes I feel embarrassed to tell people what my job is. Not because there is anything remotely embarrassing about being a writer; quite the contrary. It is in fact because my response is inevitably met with the same reaction almost every time which always inexplicably flusters me: “You’re awfully young to be a writer, aren’t you?”
I will turn twenty in June of this year and have already been working as a freelance writer for thirteen months, during which time I have also written and self-published my own book. Not common perhaps for people of my age but not wrong to have done so either. The way I have always seen it is the earlier I got started, the more experience I will gain and if I have the opportunity to live my dream and make a living from it then I would be a fool to turn it down.
Nobody would bat an eyelid at an aspiring singer in their late teens or early twenties writing and performing their own songs, nor a hopeful artist selling their prints or a budding chef slaving away in their kitchen. Why should it be any different for writers? The truth is; it isn’t. It is my own fault for shying away and becoming a stumbling buffoon whenever I am asked through fear of preconceptions about what people will think of my profession. So from this day I vow to proudly declare whenever asked, “I am a writer.” It may be commonly said that it’s never too late to chase your dreams but I believe it’s never too early either.