I’m a storyteller. By the time my next NCR column is published, I will have successfully completed my thesis and all required coursework for my Master of Fine Arts in creative writing. About five months later, I’ll receive the official documents stating that people with the power to determine these things concur that I have mastered my craft.
And in between those points, I’ll look for employers, agents and editors who believe my designation of mastery is worth money. I will have one of the same gifts, the same titles, that Jesus had, and I’ll be selling it to the bidder with the best benefits package.
Somehow, that doesn’t feel like it’s supposed to be a part of my calling as a writer.