I Could be a Writer

    I am.

    I have written a few things.

    I will write a few more.

    Blogger does not quite do it justice, or does it?

    No, I am a writer. I think a bit, too. Meaning, I have cogitations occurring in my brain.

    But writing solidifies the other more ethereal or ephemeral things.

    Writing is a real thing. Close enough, anyways. It can be unique and of value, but not always. It can be neither here nor there, or insipid, or of little worth. However, it can mean a lot.

    Writing is an act and a value. Or can have value.

    In tattered pocket litter thrown out by friends and family, or eternally chalked up for all to see.

    Writing has its place.

    And I do it, have done it, and will do it.