I realize the people who ask this question mean well and are making polite conversation, but it still irks me.
“Are you still writing?”
I respond with a pasted-on smile and a simple, “Yes.” Inwardly, I’ve gone Nicholas Cage on them. OF COURSE I’m still writing. I’m an author. I do that. I can’t not write.
Am I still writing? (snort, scoff) That question alludes to writing being something that can be cured with a shot of penicillin.
Ask me a question that deserves a response. What are you working on now? What’s the latest book you’ve published?
Or maybe don’t ask at all.
Until next time,
writing through history one romance upon a time