Day 1: Declaration

I am a writer.

I am a woman, I am middle aged.
  
The eldest of five children, mother of one child, grandmother of two.
  
I spin yarn, crochet and knit. I have done some weaving.  Cross stitch and sewing.

 I am a crafter, a fiber artist.

And I am a writer. 

For writing is but another craft. I spin the thoughts in my head into words.  I weave those words into the fabric of a tale.  

 I crochet granny squares of fiction.   Each block a chapter or short story. Stacked,  awaiting the final stitching, the words that make the whole.     

Yes. I am a writer.