You might think to yourself, “Where does this woman get off, does she think she is a writer or something?” But alas, no. I, in fact, do not think of myself as any sort of writer. I have never been a writer, not really. The closest I have ever come to being a writer involves presentations, calculating emails, and being known for my “wordsmithing” in certain business circles. I am not a writer.
My daughter is a writer, she enjoys writing short stories, and has even written a novel. She is creative and a writer, I am not. She gets that from her father. My daughter is a writer.
My late husband was a writer, it was a passion of his. He was very creative, he drafted a novel, wrote papers, and stories, and many a poem. My late husband was a writer.
Honestly, I write very similarly to the way I speak. It is a stream-of-consciousness approach. I have only started writing recently. Years after his passing, I have found my voice. Maybe. Or maybe it is his voice that I have found.