natsfan reduxit

By now, if you've attended here once in a while, you have a good idea of who I am, what I think, how I feel about many things. If you haven't, you probably don't have a desire to know, so I can only thank you for leaving me in peace. I am still struggling to find a place for writing in my life, daily and otherwise. The problem with that, as far as my own peccadilloes go, is that I always find it difficult to call myself a writer (or a hockey player, or a professional photographer, or a gardener, or whatever) even though in actuality I am. If I write, I am a writer, whether or not I find it hard to bestow that label on myself. I am now a full-fledged member of the Writers' Federation of New Brunswick, where I am comfortable being with fellow members, many of whom are much more advanced than I, some of whom are in a similar boat to mine, and undoubtedly a few have begun on a journey later than I did. I will be attending a weekend workshop for local writers, led by the Writer-In-Residence at UNB. It promises to be a wonderful time where I can and will make further steps along the road to success. Also, I have registered to audit a university course this semester on creative writing. As of today, whether or not there will be enough space for me is still up in the air. But if the stars take it upon themselves to line up in my favour, I will participate with the rest of the class for fourteen weeks. All of this, in some ways, can be seen as skirting around the edges of the act of writing. Am I constantly opening doorways, but never stepping through? Or am I doing all the right things to ensure my small steps are the right steps? Who knows? In the end, the answers will come by way of what I produce. And to THAT end, I'd better get at it.