The other day a young woman asked me what I did for a living. What an interesting question. If I had to live off the money I make from writing, I’d be living in a garden shed. On the other hand, it is through writing that I live. So, in a very real sense, when I answer that question by saying, “I write for a living” I am telling a far deeper truth.
Then I asked her if she was a reader. “Oh, yes,” she replied.
“And what sort of books do you like?”