Wednesday, December 12, 2012
What Do You Write?
The other day a man asked me, “What do you write?”
I opened my mouth to answer him before I realized that I had no answer. What do I write? He was waiting for an answer and my mouth was hanging open, letting flies in.
“Uh, I write…” I swallowed, trying to think of the last thing of import that I’d written. Does the annual Christmas letter count as literature? I blog, sure, but doesn’t everyone? And I’m fairly sure that, while my 503 Facebook friends absolutely adore my status updates, that doesn’t count as being a published author.
I looked at the guy, still waiting for an answer, the darling patient man. Darn him. “Crap. I write crap.”
His eyes widened as he backed away. “Nice talking to you. Hope to see you around.” Or not.
But I’m still a writer. Sure I am. It’s all in my head, just waiting to be put on paper. What is writing, after all? Black ink on white paper.