realization

Today, as I was helping out my fiance with his business proposal, he says "You are really good at researching.  That's why you were good at school."  I told him, it's the writing and researching together.  He said, "well can you do that as a job?"  I completely eliminated the thought as a research psychologist (not enough love for stats), but the thoughts came back to writing.  Writing is a passion I have had for years.  I remember attempting to write a fiction book in the fourth grade, I didn't get past the first chapter, but I attempted.  In the 1st or 2nd grade, I wrote a book, created out of dad's work scratch paper, drawings included.  I have co-written a book with a friend on dating and written a book on backpacking europe, both having outreached query letters to agents.  But I never got past that.  On my free time, at any job I have, I am trying to write.  Maybe it is simply journaling, blogging, writing articles, or starting a new book. In moving to Hawaii, I had hopes of becoming a writer here.  With it being not even one year into this move, I am working on three books (somewhat simultaneously).   Writing is the only thing getting me through the year, with friends leaving, being burnt out from a job, stressed financially and emotionally.  Writing brings some type of hope.  Yet, I struggle calling myself a writer.  It is as if I feel I need to make substantial money in this to be considered an entity.  But I am in the process of writing.  Does that not equate with being a writer? The answer is there, how can I accept it as truth?