I Am A Writer

One day I realized that I was writing all the time.  About all different kinds of  fictional and non-fictional things.  It dawned on me - I am writing.  Therefore I am a writer.

I'm not a paid writer.  But still, I write all the time awake and asleep. I even dream stories.

So, since I've shared my stuff publicly here and other places - (I've given three eulogies.  People.  Writing a eulogy that makes people laugh and fondly remember a loved one is really hard and I've done it for dear loved ones three times, so really, I MUST be a writer!) - And I decided to stop saying and thinking, "I want to be a writer, "  and instead just BE a writer.





I've never said I am a quality writer.  And honestly, some of my "stuff" is better than other of my "stuff."

You are never going to believe this, but I read and re-read everything I post a minimum of three times,  usually five or six times.  The reason I don't post more isn't because I don't have material.

Oh trust me.  I've got material.

It's the editing.  Even after five times of reading through, reading out loud, reading in different formats, I still miss things.  I swear I must miss a lot more than the average person.  If I had dyslexia or something I would tell you, because that would be a good excuse right?  But I don't.  It's just my fingers, brain and eyes do not communicate with each other, in the same way that my mouth doesn't always communicate with my brain.

Today I told my son to, "Put the washer in the laundry, please."

Instead of, "Put the laundry in the washer."

Now I know other people do this, but I do it daily. Repeatedly.

I'm an out of the box thinker-and everything else about me is out of the box too, and spread way all over the floor.

Mixed up with a few legos, broken pretzels, and leftover scraps of paper.

My five senses not syncing as quickly or accurately as they should means that although I can edit and do edit - I really am terrible at self-editing.

And Homophones Are the Bane of My Existence.