I was sitting in the dog park, my scared little pooch glued to my side instead of playing with the bigger (and meaner) dogs, when a woman turned to me and asked, “what do you do for a living?”
I hate this question.
It’s not because I’m not proud of being a Chicago freelance writer. I used to dream of the day when I could answer the question with one simple phrase, “I’m a writer.”
Truthfully, I never thought I’d actually be able to say that and have it be true.
Because I had the exact same misconception that many people seem to have about professional writers.…