A Belated Answer

I was asked a question by someone who should have known me quite well - someone who, for a period of time, read my blog daily.

I was talking about the latest winner of the Newbury award (for young adult literature). For those of you not familiar with it, some of The Best Books Ever, have won the Newbury medal:

A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L'Engle
From the Mixed-Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler by E.L. Konigsburg
The High King by Lloyd Alexander
Mrs. Frisby and the Rats of NIMH by Robert C. O'Brien
The Grey King by Susan Cooper

I was talking about these beloved books and how my dream, one day, was to try to write one myself. Not an award winner, of course. Just a story, if only to please only myself.

And I was asked: "Oh. Are you a writer?"

This was no stranger who asked this.

I retreated into my glass of wine at the question. Almost frozen by the lack of seeing that the question revealed. I didn't answer at the time. But I will now. And I will WRITE it.

Yes. I am a writer.

I may not be published, I may never be. Hell, I may not even be any good. But anyone who knows me even the smallest, tiniest bit, anyone who has read this blog, anyone who has ever listened to me for any length of time, should know the answer to that question.

Yes, I am a writer.