One might even go so far as to say that, I am a 'writer'. I write; therefore I am a writer. That is bold for me to say. I have always felt inhibited from actually referring to myself as'a writer. That term is reserved for published people who make a living from their work. People who have struggled for years, emotionally and financially, to earn that title. People who have gone to school to learn the finer art of writing and/or who have spent countless hours working to become published in addition to the countless hours of writing and/or agonizing over what to write about.
But tonight, with my glass of red wine warming my sore throat, I am uninhibited enough to say that, "I am a writer." That feels kinda cool. I couldn't pretend to be a writer without the privilege of being a Blogger for the International Scleroderma Network! (International - that's world-wide!) And I couldn't be a Blogger without the blessing of Shelley Ensz and the wisdom and support of my editor and mentor Carrie (Jefa) Maddoux. (That's cool - I have an editor -- I must be a writer!)
Without knowing it, Jefa has taught me a lot about writing and even more about myself. She has given me one of the greatest personal gifts I could ever ask for -- confidence. And without ever having met her in person, I can feel her confidence in me. She has made me think. Hard. About a lot of things. Carrie is on the top of my list of cyberfriends I would really love to meet in person, if only to give her a big hug and say thank you. Thank you for your confidence in me and thank you for giving me confidence in myself.
Thank you, Carrie.
You will always be in my heart.