A writer

I am struggling to identify myself as a writer. I can't spell. I have a passing acquistance with grammer. But, oh, how I love a good read. This was made abuntendly clear to me at 11:00 am today. I listed with wrapped attention as Mary Lawson described her new book: The Other Side of the Bridge. I found myself responding to her comments with a broad smile. I now know what I want for Christmas. Besides everything else I have asked for of course. : ) Hey, I'm only human.