A writer?

A few weeks ago I was talking to this guy at work about how much I work and what I’m studying at school etc. And when he found out that my major is Translation and Linguistics his reaction was (like many others has been): Woow really? That’s unusual. And then it was followed by the usual questions of how many languages I know and what the program is like and so on. But then he started asking me more about why I’m doing this, if I’m a writer, if I have a great imagination and if I have a blog so that I can write my own stories and not just rewrite other people stories. And that just really made me think because my answer was: No I am defiantly not a writer, never have been and I have no aspirations of ever become one either, but I do like to read and contemplate. And the process of transferring meaning from one language to another is fascinating to me. But I do however (obviously) have a blog, but looking through my archive of posts just confirmed the fact that I am not a writer! I hardly ever write longer posts that have any substance other than a report of a trip or weekend. So I am going to try and become a little better at that because I do have a lot of thoughts on a lot of things and maybe it’s time to start sharing them? I don’t know, we’ll see what happens. It just takes a lot of time and effort to transfer an abstract thought and actually turning it in to a meaningful idea and write it down.