Walk the Walk, Talk the Talk
Sure, I've started telling people I'm a writer. I work in retail, and I'm fairly young looking, so naturally people always ask me a) if I'm studying, and b) what I plan to do with my life. Because, of course, staying in retail is not a legitimate career goal unless you've given up all hope. (I do hope you could tell I was being sarcastic there.) In case you were wondering, the answers to those two questions are a) no, I finished last year, and b) I'm trying to get my first novel written and published. The difficulty with doing this, however is, as Emma Chapman pointed out at the Perth Writers' Festival in February, people always go on to ask you what you've had published. And sometimes, like in my case, the answer is not a lot. Or, it's a long list that you're usually very proud of but mostly consists of small award wins that become even tinier when a stranger looks at you kindly and pretends to know what you're talking about.
|What 'choo lookin' at?
|"I hope no one can tell I'm checking my Facebook again."
|Wasn't that one of the Twilight films?
|Because where would be the fun in that?