April 7, 2010

I've never ventured to call myself a writer before, not really. Beyond a few poems I wrote in elementary school that now reside in obscure and expensive anthologies, I have nothing published. So, I have always said simply, that I write.
I write poems. I'm working on a play--really working on it, slowly but surely pulling on the threads of something. Perhaps short stories will occur.

I've been collecting inspiration all my life--I'll make useful, make it mine. And then, hopefully, people in the world will make it useful, make it theirs.

So, if only in my own mind at this moment, I am a writer.


Half the battle of life is claiming space--I've claimed. The sign on the door says Caitlin. The windows are letting the sun in; I can see the ocean.

Namaste.

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