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I have moved! If you are still hanging out over here, I get it. Traditions are hard to break. Change is difficult. Transitions are annoying. But if you find yourself wanting to move on with me, you can now find me at kvannobrien.com

When you’re ready.

Until then, I’ve left this blog lingering out there, to comfort you when you just need things to stay the same as they always were:

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This is the blog of K. Vann O’Brien, author of Wildfire – a young adult novel now available on amazon.com.

Devoted fan of Jane Austen and Amy Sherman-Palladino.

Recovering social media recluse.

Not a proponent of the third person narrative.

This blog started as a way to reclaim the joy writing used to bring.

After several years of writing for a living, as a drone of tedious corporate reports, I lost myself.  I was a “writer” as my title, and my Facebook profile (I’m back on the wagon), proudly decreed.

But I wasn’t happy.

Since starting this blog, and focusing on what I want from life, I have won honorable mention in the Writer’s Digest 7th Annual Pop Fiction Writing Competition for my short story On the Lane and published my first novel (kindly see the link above).

And I’m hoping someday I can do this brand of writing for a living – so I can call myself a writer and be happy with both the title and the job.

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Looking even further back, here’s the original About page for this blog. (See? Change has happened before. It will be okay.):

 

I am a writer.

What’s that?  Where am I published?  Weeeeelllllll …

For those of us who write, it’s difficult to explain to those who don’t the difficulty of justifying one’s existence.  Or, simply, one’s title.

“Writer” seems to be reserved for those lucky few who have broken into the realm of the published.  This seems to be the rule:

Thou shalt not declare oneself a writer lest ye be published.

Or paid.

It’s not exactly chiseled on a stone tablet somewhere, but we know this to be true.

I envy those who have the gall to call themselves writers, even if the way they make their living is by waiting tables or answering phones.  Because, really, your job doesn’t make you the person you are … right?  (By the way, I cringe just typing that, because the values instilled by my middle-class American childhood suggest differently.)

im not really a waitressOPI has a nail color called “I’m not really a waitress.”  And I love it.  Because after college, I waited tables (as I had a journalism degree and no predilection toward journalism).  I wrote fiction by day and served food by night and I remember this as a very freeing time.  I was living in an old, cold stone house.  I’d make a pot of tea and sit in the tiny office off the kitchen and write.  Every day.  At night, I’d go to work, swelling with what I’d accomplished during the day, filled to the brim with story lines and character arcs and dialogue.

And I considered myself to be … a waitress.  But on the inside, I was not.  Because I wrote fiction.  Every day.  And I was happy.  But I also dreamed of the day I could officially call myself a writer.

And now, I’m a writer.  I write bland, monotonous reports read by men in stiff blue suits, some who have never read a novel in their lives – just the Cliffs notes.  The only perk I have gained is the ability to confidently tell people at cocktail parties “I am a writer.”

But it’s not worth it.  I work about 50 hours a week and I rarely write fiction anymore.  (And, let’s be honest, I don’t actually go to cocktail parties.)

So this blog is my attempt to get back to myself; my fight to reclaim the writer I once was.

And maybe, could be again.

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  1. If I wore nail polish, I’d want the “I’m Not Really a Waitress” one. 😀

    I prefer the dictionary definition, in which a writer is someone who writers. No mention is made of publication or income.
    (Kind of like those “are you a gamer” debates, in which some people think you’re only a gamer if you play THESE games, and others say you’re a gamer if you enjoy playing games, period. I’m with the second group.)

    AUTHORS, on the other hand…well, one of the definitions is someone who writes books for a living…which is often taken to mean that you DON’T need another job.
    By that definition, I guess even a lot of established authors couldn’t really call themselves “authors,” now could they? 😉

    Maybe I’ll just start calling myself a “bookwright” once I’ve been published.

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  2. I’ve enjoyed your posts and I know you may be too busy to answer all this, but you still deserve it. http://ohmymuse.wordpress.com/2012/05/14/the-sunshine-award/

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  3. You will… Because its a great start!

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  4. Hi Kim! I hope you won’t mind being nominated for a blog award.:) I’ve just nominated you for the Versatile Blogger Award. Please click here for more info: http://eyedancers.wordpress.com/2013/03/15/two-new-blogging-awards-and-a-very-sincere-thank-you/. Thanks! — Mike P.S. And thanks again for your support of The Eye-Dancers!

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  5. I’m glad I’m not the only one who loves the name and the color of OPI’s I’m Not Really a Waitress – for the same reason, no less! Awesome blog!

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