About a year ago, my husband asked me what the difference was between writing as a hobby and writing as a career. I was in the middle of my third, or maybe my fourth, rewrite and snorted rather loudly as I continued to pick apart my sentences.
It was a simple truth to a question I’ve been asked countless times since then.
Anyone who takes the time to write and then rewrites until it’s perfect, is a writer. Anyone who stares at their words until they no longer make sense and fusses over their characters until they’re living people, is a writer. It doesn’t take a contract to make it so.