Anna Raya Anna Raya

The Day I Finally Called Myself a Writer

I have been an editor for over 20 years. In almost all of that time I’ve also written–extensively. But it wasn’t until I finished my first, as yet unpublished novel last year that I finally felt OK calling myself a writer.

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“My son and I got the nighttime giggles, and our dog Artemis burrowed herself near our feet, keeping them warm. We fell asleep under the rainy sky that I could see through the rear windows. It was pretty magical even though it was anything but perfect.”