I sat around and talked with writers about writing tonight and came to realize that, somewhen in the last year or so, I became a writer. It's what I do to profess my profession: I write. I write regularly and steadily. I'm working towards a novel-length finished product. My first article (short story equivalent) will be in an essay collection by invitation - the woman I was speaking with at the time will be published in an anthology, by invitation as well. I was edifying to realize the parallels. I read about writing, I talk and I worry about writing. I'm not in classes, I'm not teaching, I'm writing. Yes, my broader professional inclinations and long-term permutations may encompass other activities, but for now, writing is what I am doing.