But Erika, you can give the exact same answers my husband does.

Him: I'm a writer.
Inquiring Person at Party: Oh, what have you written?
Him: I write for {name of online publications you haven't heard of and don't care about}.
IPaP: Oh.

Answering the question of what I do tends to engender a couple of different responses. Generally, when I answer writer, I get a quizzical glance and maybe a "write what?" When I clarify books, it tends to graduate to the pitying glance coupled with a "no, really, what do you do for real?" When I emphasize that writing is my job and my only job, the counter is usually, "Oh, couldn't get a real job, huh?" If I haven't walked away in disgust by that point, I gently mention that I have published books, it then changes to a wide-eyed expression with a "Oh, you mean real books!"

Ten'll get you twenty that the next words out of their mouths will be some variation on "I could write a book too if I only had the time," (nice implication there, pal) or "Hey, I've got a great idea for a book. I can tell it to you, you can write it, and we can split the royalties fifty-fifty."

Hey, I've got a great idea for a book. I can tell it to you, you can write it, and we can split the royalties fifty-fifty."

You should say, "Lemme guess - is it about an author who meets an idiot at a party?"

I have started working on a novel, but it isn't going well enough for me to tell people that is what I am doing at the moment. The ideas in my head seem great, but the only things I can get down on paper are crap.

"Hey, I've got a great idea for a book. I can tell it to you, you can write it, and we can split the royalties fifty-fifty."

Wow, would someone really say that! I think I would be too stunned to reply. eta: and tommyrot FTW with a reply!

I've never gone to a reunion. No interest. My friends when I was in HS didn't go to my school. I went to 3 different universities and almost always night classes so I don't feel any particular interest in the alumni there either. Except DH because he graduated with me.

Barb, how many of those people have you been forced to kill?

Barb, how many of those people have you been forced to kill?

Eh, too messy. And so not worth the effort. Besides, the written-while-in-prison-novel's already been done, so it's not like it's a good selling hook.

You should say, "Lemme guess - is it about an author who meets an idiot at a party?"

::loves tommy::

My high school reunions are organized by the guy who tortured me from 7th grade on so yeah, I ain't going. But a friend of mine went and reported that the guy we used to buy weed from is now a pharmacist.

But a friend of mine went and reported that the guy we used to buy weed from is now a pharmacist.

It's nice when a hobby develops into a career.