Grew up I, not just reading, but creating fictional stories.
But am I a writer? Hell no. The title is too overwhelming.
Procrastination, perfection and excuses were always at my service.
To those I knew to write, I showed envy not emulation.
For years 9, I did sit on a novel idea. My perfect book!
Grows time older, work harder and routine more mundane.
Need to be a writer grows to passion, come October 2017,
Decision is made; NaNoWriMo is my gateway to life.
No preparations done, its exciting as I indulge to write 50000 words.
Support groups and new friends found who embark upon this journey together.
Come November, I set up a daily early morning ritual,
A totem, a laptop, hordes of paper and pens and I begin.
Challenging 1667 daily word count is,
But Perseverance and habit, I know, will get me to my goal.
Tiny sprints of writing creative every morning is now my lifetime ambition.
So now I ask myself again. Am I a writer? Bloody hell yes!