On some days I don’t feel like a real writer. I know, it’s weird, but I’ve heard other writers say the same thing. I doubt plumbers ever feel this way. Or Doctors. I mean you never walk into an examining room and find that the doctor only sheepishly admits to his proffession.
Maybe it’s because there are so many books out there. Generally when you tell the person sitting next to you on the airplane (or your child’s teacher, or your neighbor)that you are a writer, they inevidably have never heard of you or your books. It’s just hard to feel like a real writer in the face of all that anonymity.
But today I feel like a real writer. Thanks Scholastic. I love you!!