I often think how poorly us writers think of ourselves and perhaps, more importantly what others think of us.
Consider this scenario; you are at a gathering of people, say some kind of function or a party. There are bankers, lawyers, bus drivers, civil engineers, working mums, hair dressers, electricians and plumbers. Maybe the odd geologist, (let’s face it, geologists can be very odd, I should know I was one for 23 years) and perhaps a plethora of other professionals and someone asks what you do.
Now, you may be a writer in your spare time (I know what you are thinking, an old sketch from the 1960’s about an argument comes to mind, and if that went right over your head, ask your dad) and have a “proper job” maybe one of those mentioned above, and you say “I am a writer.”
Well, it was your own fault replying…
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