"I’m Not a Writer” to “Look at the Bitch Now"

Let’s start with the hits:

• I’m not a writer.

• I’m not creative.

• I’m too old to start something new.

• No one wants to hear what I have to say.

• I’ll never finish anything.

• I wouldn’t even know where to begin.

These weren’t passing thoughts. They were core beliefs. They lived in my bones, sat at my table, told me who I was every damn day.

Until I got tired of them.

Here’s what I believe now:

• I am a writer.

• I am insanely creative.

• I started in my 50s.

• People aren’t just reading what I write — they’re feeling it.

• I finished one book. Then another.

• I didn’t need to know where to begin — I just had to start.

I’ve written posts that made people cry. I told the truth even when it was messy. I made a children’s book series out of grief, memory, and lizards. I have layout drafts, illustrator contracts, subscribers, a voice.

Look at the bitch now.

I’m not saying I’ve figured it all out. I’m not healed or famous. But I’m not hiding anymore. I don’t shrink from the word writer. I lean in.

I took something soft and weird and put it out in the world — without asking permission. That was not luck. It was work. And belief. And showing up even when the voice said, “Who do you think you are?”

So if you’re still living that rerun — the one that says you can’t, you’re too late, you’ll never get there — know this: the story’s not permanent. It’s a rerun. Change the channel.

When you do? Call me. I’ll be over here, drinking something cold and clinking my glass in your direction.

If I can do it — look at the bitch now — you can too.