I am a writer

I am a writer. It has taken me a long time to call myself that. I am not a writer who is paid, or any good for that matter, but I am a writer. I have kept this blog to chronicle our days for seven years. In that time I have written many blog posts. I always dismiss them. The tidbits of our days are mere reflections on our time. The posts aren't real writing. At least I never thought so, until recently.

Over the last year, I have thought more and more about the written word. I find myself jotting things down as I see them or dream them. I wake up early and hide in the bathroom scribbling furiously in my notebook. With a bit of prodding from a friend, I decided to submit a piece to the print magazine, Kindred. It was accepted. I am excited and emboldened.

The newest issue of Kindred has doubled in size and is so full of goodness that I encourage you to check it out. This second issue is available for preorder now with shipment at the end of the month. You can also see my name in lights on the contributor page.