A young man once made an appointment with a well-published author. The first question the author asked him was, ‘Why did you want to see me?’
The young man stammered, ‘Well, I’m a writer, too. I was hoping you could share with me some of your secrets for success in writing.’
The author asked a second question, ‘What have you written?’
‘Nothing,’ the young man replied, ‘at least nothing that is finished yet.’
The author asked a third question, ‘Well, if you haven’t written, then tell me, what are you writing?’
The young man replied, ‘Well, I’m at college right now so I’m not writing anything at present.’
The author then asked a fourth question, ‘So why do you call yourself a writer?’
Writers…write. Composers…compose. Painters…paint. Workmen…work. What you do to a great extent defines what you are and what you become, and in turn, what you are gives rise to what you do. When what you do externally matches with what you are internally, you have integrity.