I am a writer. That’s what I say to myself. I used to say “I want to be a writer”, but I’ve realised that I already am. Of course, I may not be a paid author or work in my preferred field, but that doesn’t take away the fact that I write and it’s my passion. When people ask me what I do, I tell them about my current job and I don’t say “I’m a writer” because they’re expecting me to answer with what pays my bills. But when they ask me what do I like to do, I tell them that I write. People often respond with “that’s interesting” or “wow” or “what kind of things do you write” and I never really know how to respond to it because sometimes there’s this kind of ‘noble’ idea about writing and I look at what I make-up and put on the paper and think to myself ‘this reads more like fan-fic… probably won’t tell them that’. Sometimes people ask me why I write and I usually just give a brief “started when I was little to just make my own world and I just love doing it now” because I try not to get into depth about it as it would result in me having to pick apart my upbringing. I write daily, whether or not it may be significant. If I’m not physically writing a novel (because I do get burnt out from trying to write so much), I’m thinking about it, putting together scenes and trying to think about how I want the plot to progress or trying to remember any loose ends and figure out a way to tie them up. If I’m not expanding my stories then I’m writing reflections or blog posts. I’m dedicating my life to it, and so, I am a writer.