
When people ask me what do you do, for the last twenty-five years I've answered, "I'm a writer." Sometimes I add, "An author."
If the questioner still looks blank, I'll say, with authority, "I'm a professional writer."
I've learned to define myself in a powerful tone because so many people have odd assumptions about a woman writer. Several years ago, for instance, a chipper young teller at the bank window asked me, "What are you doing today?"
Eager to get moving, I replied somewhat crisply, "I'm writing. Like I do every day. I'm a writer."
"Oh, how nice," she said, with syrup in her voice. "It gives you something to fill your time." Read More