I am a Writer

Recently I came across a new site that offered both competitions and a retreat for writers. It is http://www.carousel-creates.com . Writers were asked to write under the heading I Am A Writer. It was challenging and thought provoking, so I gave it a go. I shared this challenge with a great writing friend Marie O'Halloran, http://www.marieohalloran.blogspot.com . My piece is below and check out Marie's great entry too.
CONGRATULATIONS to the three winners, read their work over on the Carousel Creates site.

I AM A WRITER

“I am a writer.” Staring at the mirror I want to see the happiness that sparkles from me when I say those words.

Four words that express all I want to be, who I am. I watch my tongue caress my lips in luxury like sampling exotic dark chocolate or tempting smooth ice-cream.

Four words that catch others attention, they noting there is more to the plain Jane that stands before them.

“So you write what? Why?” they ask with raised eyebrows.

“Life, because I need to,” I smile. They nod, but not understanding.

“It’s simple, I am a writer,” I add to help ease their discomfort at not getting the draw, the addiction there is to tap on a keyboard or feel the pen glide over page after page. Words tumbling out bringing life or new meaning to my many jumbled thoughts. The frustration of a blank page that refuses all offerings that my troubled mind tries to express, the dreaded writers block that turns to joy when once more both writer and words create beauty together.

I am a writer. Four words which continue to feed my confidence when a rejection comes through my letterbox, taunting my faith in my work. To be a writer is to be mixed up in reality and imagination forever more. How can I explain what is hard to explain to myself? It is both a delight and tormenting to say day after day, I am a writer.