“So long as you write what you wish to write, that is all that matters; and whether it matters for ages or only for hours, nobody can say. But to sacrifice a hair of the head of your vision, a shade of its colour in deference to some Headmaster with a silver pot in his hand or to some Professor with a measuring rod up his sleeve, is the most abject treachery, and the sacrifice of wealth and chastity which used to be said to be the greatest of human disasters, a mere flea-bite in comparison.” Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own.
A writer is someone who writes. An artist is someone who makes art. A singer is someone who sings. There is no value judgement in the process. It is just what you do on a regular basis. And if you don’t express your unique take on the world, who will?