I still love the look on people’s faces when they ask me what I do. I reply with a smile and sweetly say, “I’m a writer”.

Many of them don’t ‘get’ it.

Somehow, though, I believe you do

Just a short story to share;

My ex boyfriend and I were sitting in Poulin Cafe in Montmartre, Paris three years ago (the cafe is where the film ‘Amelie’ was filmed, although we didn’t know it at the time since neither of us had seen ‘Amelie’ yet).

So we were enjoying a cup of hot cocoa at Poulin Cafe trying to warm ourselves, and I noticed a young woman sitting at the table next to us. Her head was completely down absorbed in her laptop and her fingers frantically tapped at the keys. I leaned over to my (now ex) and whispered, “See that woman there? I bet she’s a writer”. I rattled off a whole story surrounding her career as he amusingly listened.

About fifteen minutes later, I was surprised to suddenly here a voice say in English, “Excuse me, may I get by?” The woman had to squeeze past our table to leave. Once I realized she wasn’t Parisian, I introduced myself and asked where she was from. She was indeed a writer, from the United States no less! She had been staying in Paris for over a year now and was writing a book about the hippie movement in Montmartre.

I can still visualize that day so perfectly in my mind. It really is a wonderful memory. It reminds me how extremely proud I am to be a writer and have the ability to share my passion with others.

I apologize for the long-winded response. I thought perhaps you might enjoy that story as well.

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Here’s my reason:
http://startingyoung.blogspot.com/2007/03/why-do-i-blog.html

Juan