Seton Hill University's Class of '67 had produced a number of artists, including my former roommate Charlotte Toal and fellow Jersey Girl Irene Nunn. Recently, on Facebook where we hang out, I was referred to as a "fellow artist."
I made the correction. I told The Group (it was an all-women's college back then) that I was not an artist. I was a commercial writer. My genius is packaging.
Sure, I have sweated over becoming a literary writer. That never took. Maybe I didn't invest the time. Maybe my talent wasn't there. Maybe I'm simply too much of a capitalist to hunger after the peanut-size monetary awards which come from creating literay works.
Funny, though, it was only about four years ago that I gave up chasing literary fame. It happened because an executive coach told me, "That's a glutted field." And that was that.