Friend: Do you still listen to music the way you did when you were a teenager?
Me: Yes. Absolutely. More so.
Me: I don’t know.
Dudelet: You aren’t an author. You write into a computer.
Me: I might not be an author but I’m a writer.
Dudelet: You aren’t a writer, you use a computer. That’s not writing.
Me: I pour words into blank white spaces, even on a computer.
Dudelet: You’re still not a writer.
[Dad Who Writes, alone in his office after a short, unofficial office party. He is listening to the Jim Carroll Band playing ‘People Who Died’]
Dad Who Writes: Time to go home.
[Hits publish. Switches off computer. Leaves.]