small boy asks sleepily, "What are you doing Mama?"
"Writing," I reply.
"But why, Mama?"
"Because that's what Mama does, baby, Mama writes."
"Oh, I get it," the precocious little guy says, though his tone tells me he isn't quite sure.
Is there a difference between merely wanting to be a writer and actually being one? Do I need readers to be a writer?
Maybe I need a thesaurus.
2 comments:
kate, fucking live with it. you are a writer.
my grandma has always said: "Do what you love, and you'll never have to work a day in your life."
smart woman
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