it has six variable meanings, give or take; with about sixty synonyms more for each.
* but fifty-nine isn't far off.
so, which is the right word, for our purposes? and who is this 'our' i'm talking about? who am i to you?
and what is it that is supposed to matter in the first place?
(it's your choice, but for our purposes, consider the third.)
 which makes you a reader. my reader; i might add. you make me feel awfully professional. and, transparently, a bit nervous.
 you see, reader, i am a writer.
(this one is really your choice. it's between us.)
though if i may, i think the right word in this case is 'fledgling.'
fledgling meaning emergent. promising, young, budding, rising, infant. literally, 'a young bird that has just fledged;' and hopefully, one who's linguistic instincts carry her safely to the ground after being thrown from the metaphorical nest.
birds aside, i am a writer because i love words. i love rhyme and reason, and alliteration, and repetition, and excess. breaks in form. typographic theory. consonance. big words. like 'consonance.' long, somewhat-insufferably-hyphenated-and-made-up words. semi-colons, and oxford commas. and repetition. and lengthy asides. and long sentences, with far too many commas, and questionable grammar. and direct addresses. my reader, you. i love you, too. and i love serif on a webpage. sans on a white page. beige page. high-thread count. nice papers for nice words. nice words that speak nice things into existence and whisper everything else. and i love love. easily written professions of love. love songs, love letters, lovely notes in lovely books, lovely notes in the pseudo-margins of our lives. i love words.
this. this things that i'm doing, that you're reading. forget who i am, and why it matters. what is it?
for now, let's say it's an act of trust.