Shall I call myself a writer? I have thought of myself as a writer since I was too young to be considered one. Even though I did so, I believe it was out of desire instead of the analysis of my reality.
To solve the enigma, the first question that shall be asked is: what constitutes a writer? We may all be writers if the definition takes only the ability to write in consideration. However, I must consider it more than someone who can write.
If it should be a person who earns an income with their writings, I would also be considered a writer. However, this possibility leaves me questioning if everyone who earns an income in such a way is a writer and if every writer gets to do so.
I am left to think that being a writer is indeed a question of desire and even need. This possibility was brought to my attention through the years from the words of various authors. Most recently, it was Rebel in the Rye, a biographical movie about J. D. Salinger, that consolidated the theory.
Words are what I love. I am passionate about playing with them and forming sentences, paragraphs and, ultimately, a story. Telling the truth but disguise it as fiction. Move someone. Truly disrupt the immobility.
Am I writer? After this reflection, there is no other possible conclusion than to admit I am. Under whichever light you want to paint it, I shall be considered a writer.