When you’ve come to the point where you think of yourself as a writer, what you’ll eventually observe is that some small part of you is always writing. It’s as though a tiny writer has taken up residence inside your brain and s/he watches everything you do with the express purpose of turning your experiences into words. You can be in the throes of an exalted, fireworks-inducing happily memorable event or sobbing buckets while suffering through a heart-rending situation and the writer-in-residence tucked inside your mind is saying, “How can I work this experience into my writing?”

When the tiny writer inside won’t shut up long enough to let you exalt or suffer in peace, then you know for sure that you are a writer.