I had the odd experience last night of being the dummy in the room. I went to a housewarming party for a couple that I know, and everyone that I ended up speaking with was either a working artist or someone just finishing grad school to be a therapist.
Being around people who run their own businesses and publish books and participate in art crawls as artists was inspiring. I feel more like getting Someotherville published than ever. I experimented with calling myself a writer instead of a teacher, and that made a difference. I know I am too tentative about it – I need to just say! I am a writer! and let it be known.