I don’t trouble myself at all with questions as to whether or not I am a writer, or an artist, or an innovator, or whatever.
I leave those sorts of puzzles to the critics and commentators.
I prefer to occupy myself with the exercise and entelechy of creating.
It is not the analysis of my ontological status that concerns me. It is the proactive immersion of my body, mind, and soul into the depths of the creative process that concerns me.