It's funny when other people remind me that I'm a writer. I forget sometimes.
I'm so busy being other things. I won't bore you with the list - you probably have the same list, or at least one that is similar.
So when a completely innocent remark made by someone I barely know combines with another small comment from my husband, I get smacked in the face with the fact that I am a writer. I have written. I think about writing. I think I'm a writer.
The circle continues, and I feel less like a writer and more like a pretender. Someone who could be a writer. Someone who could be a "real" writer someday.
Maybe I need a push every once in a while to find my voice again.
So thank you person I barely know. Thank you, husband of mine. And most of all, thank you friend HM who combined recent events with a great idea while folding towels and sent it to me as a way to get back in the game.
Beating Shadows* is my newest draft. (*This is my fourth title today - I'll probably change it ten more time before I finish...) I'm working on it for the annual NaNoWriMo sprint. I'm late getting started, but when an idea takes hold, I'm only limited by how fast my fingers can type. I'll try to post excerpts as I get going.