How to be a Writer

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This is Declan, becoming Batman.


This is me, becoming a Writer.

Step 1: Discover that you are a Writer
This all started when I picked up Martha Beck's book Finding Your North Star.
I'm almost done with it so it makes sense that I would find out what I was always meant to do. I have been a Piano Teacher, a 3rd Grade Teacher, a Substitute Teacher, an Essential Oils Educator and now I have discovered that my true JOY in life is writing.

If that is the case, money, friends, events and life will all come because they follow JOY.

This is what I was meant to do in life. If your deep JOY meets the world's deep NEED, then that is your passion.

Step 2: Write. Open your laptop, tablet, desktop or even your phone and write. Put down what it is you have in your heart. Lay it out there and see what happens.

Step 3: Share your writing. See how it effects people. See what happens.

Good luck! You're Welcome!



Comments

Joanie said…
Megan...you are a good writer and an awesome photographer! You latesd postings on facebook of your camping trip displayed such wonderful pictures that were so artfully composed. Keep writing and keep taking pictures!
March 17, 2019 at 5:47 PM
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