So far, I am completely impressed with New Mexico, the Taos Writer's conference, and Rob Wilder's workshop. I have never dared to call myself a writer before this week. Figures I would try it when I am surrounded by older, wiser, published people. But in a burst of confidence (inspired partly by R. Rodriguez's gallant address), I have decided I don't mind. In fact, I'm glad to be in a community where I am challenged. I can't be lazy, short-sighted, or ego-obsessed in a room full of other, better writers. But neither can I be insecure, hesitant, or safe.
So there I am, balancing my laptop on the wall outside the Comfort Suites in front of God and everyone, deciding to be daring.