“She wants to be a writer when she grows up,” a well-meaning, but somewhat absentminded friend recently told me about her teenage daughter. “I mean, I just wish she’d go into something practical. Who really gets to be a writer?” She said with an eye roll.
“Well… I’m a writer,” I said with a laugh. A look of horror came over her face as she tried to explain herself saying, “Oh, I meant a real writer.” She genuinely meant no offense, and I knew what she was trying to say. Rather than let her continue to dig herself into a hole, I told her that it is true that being an author is difficult, but that it is certainly possible for her daughter to earn a good living as a writer.