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.