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What counts as writing?

I am a writer.

For the longest time, I felt like this had to come with a caveat. I was an aspiring writer. Like I wasn't doing the act of writing already. It felt to me that what I was doing wasn't real.

But it was.

But it also depends on what you call writing.

Is me writing this blog post writing? Those times when I go for a walk to the bus stop, thinking exactly what my main character is doing, is that writing? Me dreaming about a faraway world before sleep takes me, is that writing?

Is the only thing that we can consider writing, the act of sitting there. The device in hand. The cursor blinking at you. Writer's block slowly creeping up on you. Within the reach and then you get blank page syndrome.

No writing happens at all.

So I think it's complicated. For me, without concrete ideas in place, writing can't happen. You do just stare at a blank page, waiting for inspiration to hit you in the face.

So while I haven't written anything at all on my writing projects in years, I know that when I do I will know what is going to happen.

The process might be long and hard but I will write. I will keep developing my ideas and hopefully, they will be good.

I just you know need to find the time. 

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