At least I think I am.
I write this blog. That counts for something right?
I do my best writing in my head before I go to bed.
I’m tired after a long day. All I want to do is sleep.
And suddenly my writer brain turns on.
And I write wonderful things.
Short stories. Great blog posts. Arguments to support something I was telling someone earlier.
And then my eyes get tired, my brain turns off, and my thoughts disappear.
I always try to get these thoughts back, but they are never the same, never quite right.
I need something to transcribe my sleepy brain. Then I could really write.
I used to write stories. Short stories sometimes that I really enjoyed.
Sometimes I got a wonderful idea for a book.
But those only lasted a couple of pages, until my thoughts would run too quickly and I couldn’t find a way to go from point A to point B. Then I would stop.
I loved writing papers.
I know that probably makes me weird, but make me do research and write a 5-10 page paper and I would be happy.
My thoughts flow much better through my fingers. They get jumbled and mixed up when I talk. But give me a paper and a pen (or rather a computer and a key board) and the thoughts flow.
I suppose these things really do make me a writer.