When my youngest son told me that his final assignment for his college writing class was to write a response to the question, "What kind of writer am I?," my heart soared. I wanted to write that response. Not for him. But, for myself. I'm not sure if every writer feels this way, but I love to consider this question. I ponder what kind of writer I thought I would be, and what kind of writer I have become. The answer is somewhat different than what I originally thought.