I call myself a “baby writer”.

I guess the word would be “emerging” or “aspiring,” but I write arts grants for a living, so I find it hard to use the word “emerging” in my off time. “Baby” in that I feel like a wobbly toddler taking their first steps, quietly babbling to myself as I find my voice. If we are to view time in a traditional, linear sense, I am at the beginning of my journey, after years of denying myself the destination.