Posts by Nina Badzin
Therese here. Today’s guest is Nina Badzin, who was one of the quarter-finalists in our search for an unpublished contributor for the blog. Since our search, Nina has had a story published by Sleet Magazine–“Son”–which was also nominated for a Pushcart Prize. Other fiction credits include works in Literary Mama, Scribblers on the Roof, Talking Stick; and another that will soon be published in The Potomac: a Journal of Poetry and Politics. (Go, Nina!) We’re thrilled she’s agreed to let us share her WU entry with you here today–on being a writer, saying it, believing it, owning it. Enjoy!
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Me, Julia Roberts, and The Pie in the Sky
For the unpublished novelist, saying, “I’m a writer,” takes tremendous confidence. I’ve published a few pieces in small journals and dabbled in stories all of my life—writing them, telling them, reading them with a flashlight in the middle of the night. But I’m reluctant to call myself a writer to anyone other than my mother who’s been scanning the bestseller lists for my name since I won a playwriting contest in seventh grade.
Maybe I hesitate to use the label because I’ve yet to make a dime from my efforts. Maybe I’m waiting for an agent, a sale, and that gorgeous hardcover book. I’m not sure. All I know is that on the occasion that people ask me how long I’ve been thinking about becoming a writer, I give them two answers. And I rarely say the words, “I’m a writer NOW.”
My initial response is, “For as long as I can remember.” It’s the insecure, self-deprecating, pie-in-the-sky answer I use to avoid discussing my goal of publishing a novel, a notion I imagine sounds as preposterous as my saying I’m jetting out to L.A. and auditioning against Julia Roberts for a starring role.
My second answer is the one I hope will transform me from a doe-eyed day dreamer into a bona fide author. I tell people I’ve been “working on” becoming a writer for four years.
And it’s accurate—at least the timeline.
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