What is a writer?

I’ve – had – been asked by one, a young, resident psychiatrist, what made me think I was a writer? I didn’t have a job doing that, she said.

She had a point.

But, ah, if it were only so simple. But it’s not. I was annoyed by the question. I felt challenged to defend what I knew to be, even though I could not prove it.

“I just am,” I said.

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