Author or writer – for the most part, terms that are interchangeable.
Without delving too deeply into the shadowy realm of semantics, these two words mean almost the same thing:
A writer is anybody who writes.
An author is someone who creates.
Therefore, I am both a writer and an author.
You’ll notice on this blog though I distinctly identify myself as an author. Why? Because another definition of an author is someone who gets ‘paid’ to write (at least that’s how I’ve always defined it).
Don’t worry – I’m not being paid to spin the web of excellence that is this blog: it’s all for the love, people!
But, by my own definition, I am, tenuously, an author. I have accepted monetary reward for my hack-worthy prose in the past. I won’t tell you where or when, because I published under a different name (that one time!) and I don’t want to confuse things, but there it is.
I don’t consider myself special. There’s a ton of authors out there, many of whom are hugely talented and dwarf over me with their epic word-skills. And there are just as many writers besides, people who do it for the love, not the reward. I respect both groups, and am proud to count myself amongst them.
Bravo, writers (and authors)!
So, that’s why I call myself an author. In case you were wondering (but you probably weren’t).