Am I a writer?

      Am I a writer?. Can I myself call me as a writer?. Let me first of all clear somethings. The writeup will be purely informal, talking my heart out. Ok, so I have published a book, a so called book. As it doesn't even have the size of a normal book and has many mistakes, above all it didn't come out as I expected I stopped creating poems. I don't  know why but I feel like I have ran out of creative juices eventhough I know its impossible. I wish I could publish one more book. If I die without fulfilling my wish I hope somebody would do that for me. I wont rest in peace otherwise. Writers need experience, not depending on the years of writing but to observe and learn realities of life. While hearing the pouring noise of rain, my heart enjoys the rhythm but I can't  copy my internal happiness into a paper and I feel blocked. I am sweating presently as I struggle to write down the words. I need a writing table near a window that would help me travel to my creative world.  Not satisfied with what I have wrote, did I choose the wrong genre to excel? Am I not meant for this blessed talent? Nevertheless I want to be happy by writing. I look forward to become a good writer someday maybe get compliments from people who are total strangers for me. I am sure I can boost my confidence and power to write more. I think I lack theme to write on. And if you seem to wonder what blunder I have been saying, even I don't understand. Stop relying on faith and hope. Our future is in our hands.