Okay, I give in. I’ll just say it and get it over with. I’m a writer. I must be because my hands are killing me from all the typing. And I’ll confess. It isn’t about whether or not I’m a writer–I write everyday and when I’m not writing I’m thinking about writing. Surely that is enough to qualify. It’s about whether or not I’m a good writer, and it’s when you start throwing adjectives around, that the trouble starts.