“Who I am”-
That is a question I am constantly trying to answer. I’m a writer. It’s a simple statement. I am a writer. What does that mean? Does it mean I’m published? Does it mean the world knows my name? No and no…. It does mean that I’m a bit odd, that I had a traumatic, somewhat chaotic childhood and that ideas, characters, poetry run through my head at a constant speed. I think I’ve been struggling with the writer inside me all my life.
As a child I didn’t think too much of it. It just came naturally. I had a journal and I wrote in it daily. Poetry would come more easily to me and at a young age. I didn’t define it, I didn’t analyze it. As I grew older things changed. I would write when my kids were sleeping. I would steel away moments to develop my characters or story I was taken to another world in my writing. Then life became more chaotic, teenagers in the house! My writing took a backseat. And now that my oldest is 20 and my second 18 and my baby is 10. I have to stoop making excuses and be who I am. A writer. I need help with punctuation, sentence structure and I need to push myself past my limits. “Why am I here?” I’m here to push myself to write every day. I’m here to get to know other writers and to learn how to be better. I’m here to create.
Dishing Poetry 
Its great that you are here, being a writer-pursuing it! Happy 2014