I have never thought of myself as a "Writer." And I don't worry much about finding inspiration, a good place in which to do some writing, worrying over whether or not something might be publishable.
Even less so, a poet.
But I have written a lot. Articles, chapters, volumes. They have been published, almost all of them.
I keep thinking of this analogy: Paul Bunyon. If you asked what he "is," he would say that he is a "logger." That's the relevant noun. If you asked what he does, he would say that he "chops down trees." But the chopping really is a means to an end--creating logs (which then can be turned into boards or furniture or paper).
Writing, for me, has always be like that, like chopping down trees. It has never been an art or a practive, in and of itself.
Now, though, being retired, perhaps that is changing. Maybe I am becoming a "Writer?" I will try that on for a while, and see how it fits.
Maybe I'll ask Babe the Blue Ox.
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