Proser

Prose reminds me of that table of artsy kids in high school. They always welcomed me and, even if they were a bit surprised in my occasional interest, they never made me feel out of place. The cool kids table made me feel like a pretender, a follower, being judged with every move I made. They were simply a group of people all striving to be the same, calling other people "posers". Meanwhile, the table of writers, actors, and artists were all so fiercely individual, and I see now how much cooler that really is. That's Prose for me. The lunch table where I should've been all this time. After 20 years of writing, its taken pushing, prodding and the unconditional support from the love of my life to finally put my creative self "out there" for the world to see. Now members of the writing community, strangers who have never met me, can judge me for just one thing, my writing. My writing, which needs work, and needs judging. My writing identity, which needs encouragement and praise. And me, who needed a place to eat my lunch and be myself. What a Proser.