New York City has a disease I call writerosis; a condition in which a city suffers from too many writers. NYC is the writer’s capital of the world, with types ranging from poets to journalists and everything in between.
The thing about writing is that it’s the only profession in which you can get away with not doing the job yet still call yourself a “writer.” It has become almost cliché for a writer to not write or to be perpetually “working on a novel.”
The Gluck rule about that is this: you’re not a writer until you’ve got words you’re proud of on the page. You don’t have to win a Pulitzer, or even be published, but you have to have written something.