I'm becoming a real writer. I'm still not used to saying that, but it appears to be the new reality that I find myself in, and I can't tell you how grateful I am for it. It feels right to write.
I realized, very recently, that this is my life's purpose. I've been working towards this my whole life and didn't know it. I need to write. People need me to write. I have something to say, and people need to hear it. This is not hubris. This is real.
I have figured out something about the way progressives operate and how to explain it to others that just has not been done yet. And it needs to be done. Must be done. Or we're dead. Is that hyperbole? Well, where's Charlie?