I'm a writer, me...

I've always wondered just how people would define me if someone asked them to describe me. I know my friends and family have made the following comments...

• A Lunatic. (Sandra.)
  
• Insane. (Boo.)
  
• Slightly Mad, but in a good way. (Jenny.)
• You can't describe Ross. (Steff.)
• Sick. (Oswald.)
  
• A Bam. (Terry.)
• A fat cunt. (Bobo.)
• Silly. (Alex, Cameron, Daisy, Lawry.)
• 'Illy. (Matthew.)
• A twat. (Stuart.)
• Off his head. (Sarah.)
• Eccentric. (Laura.)
  

God, that list could really spiral out of control... Anyhoo, back to the matter in hand...

My Mum told me a couple of days ago that she was speaking to a workmate about her family and she said that I was a writer and a poet. When she told me this I was slightly stunned. My Mum looked at me and said "And that's what you are, isn't it. A writer and a poet."

When my Mum said this to me, I realised that I was. And still am. I'm a writer. I may not be great, I may not create great works, I may not get paid to do it... But Goddamn it, I'm a writer.

Thanks mum.