“I’m a writer.”
This is not going to end well. If they genuinely are, we are consumed by a combination of admiration and envy. If it turns out they write blurbs for catalogues or other such hackery, then we are beyond annoyed.
After all, we write. We write regularly, on all manner of subjects. And we care about what we write.
But does that make us writers? Read the rest of this entry »