I know a man who calls himself a writer, but I’ve only ever seen him sitting on bar stools. Everyday I walk pass the same pub, and he’s always in there, dangling a finger at the young bar maid.
It makes me wonder, is that writing? Or do we just have to call ourselves one, and that’s it, we’re there? I suppose you could call me a cleaner, a sportsman, a personal shopper. I could even pass as a dancer when celebrations are in full flow.
Either way, it doesn’t matter. But if you’re a writer, you’re going to have to write sooner or later.