The day I felt I became a Writer was the day I sat down and came up with some song lyrics, and they were accepted by the band I was working with without question or revision. I had hit a home run.
Poetry is not my strong suite. I work on books, stories short or long. I had found the other “beat” finally, that had been so elusive. My Dad was a journalist, a writer of news, investigation and editorials. He taught me what he knew, but I needed my own brand, my own voice. I finally found my voice, and was accepted by the intended audience. What other success is there for a writer?
I am a Writer.