A question asked, an answer quip and an answer fail.

Someone new asked me something I haven’t had to answer for a while, “So what makes you a writer?”

With the demand to impress while barely out of wakening stupor, I replied as much as my creative juices could manage.

Words drawn from thin air are the cloth and my brain is my sewing machine. With inspiration as the thread, I end up with decent enough stories to tell through strings of letters people could read.

And I should’ve stopped there but silly me went on and added an alternative retort:

So i write. Because I write, I’m a writer. Verb to noun relationship: I’m the doer of the action. lol

Not my finest.


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