I recently filled out a miscellaneous medical form where it asked my occupation. And for the first time in my life, without thought, I put down “Writer.”
I knew it was asking what my ‘day job’ was. Normally Occupation would mean what you make money from. But ‘Housewife’ or ‘Stay-at-home Mom’ felt a little inadequate. As if it were my title in life. Neither of which rakes in the income.
I haven’t made any money from my writing. Not yet. I hope to, obviously. But I feel as though I am a writer, even though nothing financially beneficial has come out of it yet.
I wrote down the precious letters on the meaningless piece of paper with a half-smile. The first time I had ever seen my ‘Profession’ as “Writer” on something tangible.
And of course, the nurse read over the documents and immediately commented.
“Oh, you’re a writer! May I ask what you write?”
To which I immediately replied “Women’s fiction. Not published yet.”
Why did I feel like I had to justify it?
Why did I self-mutilate my profession? Emasculate myself by saying My profession hasn’t paid off yet.
Makes me feel like the next time I fill out documents, I shouldn’t put down ‘writer’ until I have something to justify it and not dread having to answer questions that would make me feel less purposeful.
Oh well. Off to make my brain like jello.