So You’re the Writer
I get asked that a lot. By everyone. My doctor. My dentist. Neighbors. Friends
to my extended family.
I’m not “a” writer.
I’m “the” writer. Like there’s only one.
Or it’s so odd, it deserves special definition.
Most times I keep the writerly part of myself private. Only with other writers
and among readers who know I’m published do I relax about my profession. But
somehow, everyone finds out. And it’s always embarrassing.
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