My name is Adria Waters and I am a…
Let me try that again.
My name is Adria Waters and I am a… (writer)
At least, on some days, I think I am. I haven’t yet gotten to the point where I feel confident saying the above in anything louder than a whisper. Why not? Because I have some predetermined notion of what a writer is, and, let’s be honest, it includes people like Ernest Hemmingway, Mark Twain, and Stephen King. Those people are writers. Me? I’m an imposter.
But, as I insist on giving voice to the rattlings in my head by writing them down, I suppose I am, at least by some definition of the word, a writer. So, here begins my journey into the oh-so-scary world of self-publishing and getting my work out there so that people can actually read it.
Any wishes of luck are appreciated.