Hmmm. I don't know the answer to this. I've always thought of myself as a writer. Well, a writer who didn't really write. I remember in high school english class penning amazing, edge-of-your-seat stories that I was sure would eventually be published. I look at some of those stories now and laugh at my teenage dream weaving.
I have recently found myself waking up in the middle of the night, thinking of funny blog entries; either past stories to tell or just weird inner workings of my mind at three in the morning while counting mountain goats trying to get back to sleep.
Of course I don't yet have a pen and paper by the bedside, so the pulitzer winning idea I have in the wee hours will remain there until the next time I wake in the night.