Last week's mindset:

I'm not a writer.  I'm really not.  I love to write, but I'm not a writer.  If you asked me to write about the divine prosperity in West India - I would look at you sideways and might flip you the bird.  I can't write well about something that I don't understand, agree with, or like.  So that makes me a person that loves to write.  Not a writer. No? If Michael Jordan could only score when he was wide open... would he be a basketball legend?  I think not. If you can only read music when you know the song, can you really read music? That would be a negative.

This week's mindset:

I genuinely love to write.  I love the feeling of aligning the perfect words side by side to create a beautiful thought... that would in turn transform someone else's thought.  It's magical.  Really. If I don't genuinely feel it, however, it's not happening - it comes out as pure cockamamy (sp?) BS.  Maybe I am a writer.  Yep, I said it.  Maybe I'm just a writer with a few caveats:

Caveat #1:  If I don't agree with it, I won't write about it.

Caveat #2: If I don't like it (the subject), or you, I won't write about it.

Caveat #3: If I don't understand it, I might try to write about it, but I might lie in the process.

Caveat #4: I can't write on demand - it takes me 3-5 hours over the course of a few days, a Chai Latte or two, a long shower, and about 5 miles worth of running, to formulate my thoughts often.

Caveat #5: If I'm hungry or cold, I refuse to even talk, more or less write.

Caveat #6: If I'm bored, I make a point to make sure the audience is as well.

Caveat #7: Big words turn me on - even if they don't make sense in a sentence.

Conclusion:

I will never get hired as a writer.  But I will always love to write.