|THE DREAM||What do you do?||I’m a writer.|
|Really? What have you published?||A novel called Rose’s Will.|
|That’s exciting! Where can I get a copy?||On Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and of course, directly from my publisher.|
(During intermission at the theatre, my partner addressed an acquaintance.)
Did you know that Denise wrote a novel? It’s just been published?
|Congratulations! What do you do?||I’m a writer. My novel, Rose’s Will, was just published.|
|Yes, I know, but what do you do?||I write. I’m working on my second novel.|
|(She persists) But what is your job?||(I persist) My job is being a writer.|
I knew what she was getting at and I refused to say I didn’t have a job and validate the flawed assumption that writing was not a legitimate vocation. The lights dimmed. I sat back in my seat feeling triumphant–and letting go of all the previous conversations that made me feel inadequate.