Me a writer??

I had a dream and so I wrote this blog, in that dream I was narrating a story, and as I narrated the characters came alive, well they came alive not in front of me doing goofy things as I narrated but its like I went into their world, I got to watch what was happening.
This entry is not for what was in my dream, its for something I am trying to find in myself for a very long time, can I become a writer?

Well many people are going to laugh when they read this it's not because this blog is funny but for the shear reason they know me, Sneha Gokarn who scored not more than fifty marks in the English subject in school, always passing marks in grammar, once I even got half a mark for an essay I wrote in my prelim paper in the tenth standard, well I can't exactly be blamed the topic was "1 hour in a mall" I had three to four minutes to write it, so I wrote about a terrorist attack, maybe that examiner was a peace lover, but I did save the mall from being blown to pieces and you can't leave aside a 15 yr old apprehending a brawny terrorist. Well no issues as I laugh looking back at that day.
Anyway, I have written quite a few blogs to call myself a blogger, how many pages do I have to tear of my notebook to be called a writer, ya well silly joke. Maybe I can write serious stuff. Okay, besides my screwed up grammar and grasp of the English language, what else deters me is my boredom, I can't stick my butt to the chair and write 400 pages not my cup of tea. Lastly my IQ is that of an average american, yes AMERICAN!!!. Too embarrassing to mention.

Okay lets give it a shot, I raced my friend to the beach, after I left her far behind I fell on my knees on to the soft sand, taking in the sweet smell of the sea, I relaxed as I saw the sunset. I put my feet up in the air pretended I was walking on the sky, rubbing my feet against the setting sun as the wet sand fell from my feet due to the elevation. I closed my eyes and tried to hear only the waves as the wind frisked my hair.

I am not a pessimist, to tell you the truth I don't read much either, I can't tell the nuances in works of art and I don't speak multiple languages, I don't grasp things very fast and I take time to comprehend magazine articles especially those on finance and technical matter, but I still want to be a writer...