Try telling a group of ladies at a park in Turkey that you are a writer.
Like the park you take your kids to every day. Tell them that you had a good writing day. 2k words! Sublimeness. Check out the blank stares. Revel in the way they dart their eyes side to side.
Love the: “Are you working?” automaton question I get All. The. Time.
“Yes, I am a writer.”
Silence.
“Oh, and do you have a job?”
That question, my friends, requires a lot of deep breathing. Daily yoga. And a smile.
Butyouknowwhat? Here’s the truth?
I feel deep gratitude that I get to answer that question the same way. Every day.
“Yes, I am writing a book.” Oh, giddiness that I get to say those words. Cheers to slow, hard work. And showing up every day.
Happy 2-Year Bookiversary, WIP!
I *heart* you.
Love, Rose
