Ten years ago today I wrote my first blogpost. That day I claimed to be Committing to be a Writer.  Posting that on the interwebs for the whole wide world (or really a few writing friends and some spammers) to see must have done the trick, because here I am a decade later still grinding away at this keyboard. (Well, actually it's a new mechanical keyboard that makes a clicky sound like a typewriter, and I love it.)

The question "Am I a writer?" still skips by on the sidewalk of my brain on occasion. But now I am wise enough to know the only proof I need is that my pencils have become dull again, so I must be a writer.

So what does the next decade hold? Win a contest? Publish a poem in a magazine? Get an agent? Sell a picture book? I sure as sugar hope so, but that's for the stars to decide. All I can control is how many pencils I go through. 

I hope it's a lot. 

Happy Ten Years!

Photo credit: Probably my Mom
Giving knife to 3 year old credit: Probably my Dad