Someone recently called me a wordsmith. That's usually defined as a master writer. I'd never given it much thought. Sure, I knew the term. But I never thought much about a pecking order for writers. I just write. The words are what they are.
I love words. I love their meanings. I love figuring out which word is the right word for a particular paragraph. And I enjoy putting words together. There is no joy in this for so many people. I know them. They're in my family. For them constructing a simple letter is an ordeal. For me, it is a joy. Doing anything with words is a pleasure. I guess the title is accurate. I certainly will not dispute it.