My Creative Writing classmates are so amazing at writing, and I’m just here, barely making a splash as their words send tidal waves around our classroom as they read their work aloud. I knew I hadn’t written creatively in years and that my skills would not be as good as they once were, but I didn’t expect to be drowning in such talent with no hope of surviving. Will I ever get to their level? Probably not. Why do I think I am a writer at all?