Me...A Writer?

Webster's Dictionary defines writer as one that writes especially as a business or occupation. Well, occupation implies job and job implies (to me anyway) monetary compensation, which hasn't materialized for me yet—so can I, should I even be calling myself a writer? It's debatable I guess, but what is not debatable is my apparent writer's block of late. I began looking at this problem in earnest recently and came to the conclusion that I am not suffering from writer's block...no...I am suffering from indifference, and not indifference to any one thing in particular, but to everything in general. Gone is passion, excitement, joy and enthusiasm, but neither is there fear, worry, anxiety, stress or anger. There is just an emotional disconnect from life, and the funny thing about life is that it happens whether you like it or not, whether you participate in it or not, whether you write about it or not. Perhaps what I need to do is stop editing my life—just start writing about it again, blog my guts out and let the chips fall where they may. Perhaps in so doing, I might reignite the flames of desire and drive that will burn within me and one day define me as a true writer.