People often ask me when I “became” a writer, like I woke up one morning and went “Aha!  I am a writer now!” or had some life-altering moment that made me go, “I shall now begin to write stories!”  I don’t know if that’s how it works for some people, but I never had a eureka moment like that.  There was no time where I was becoming.  I simply always was.   For as long as I can remember, when I wake up, I tell myself the story of the previous night’s dream.  My first thought of the day is writing.  Throughout the day, my need to write about the…