Oh, You're A What?!?
By Jennifer St. Clair Bush
"Oh,
you're a writer," they say.
Since
when has being a writer
been
like being a leper? A poor
unfortunate
who talks to herself,
and
lives quite comfortably in other worlds,
but is a
bit touched--in the head.
"Oh,
you're a writer!" they cry.
"Yes,
a writer," I shout
to the
heavens, as loud as I can.
"A
writer, and proud to be one.
I spend
most of my nights in other worlds,
and talk
to myself--out loud."
"Oh,
you're a writer?" they ask.
"What
do you write?"
"I
count princesses, vampires, and the daughter
of Satan
as close friends of mine.
I
sometimes know my own worlds
better
than this one."
"Oh,
you're a writer!
Welcome
to the group!"
Is the
cry I receive when I'm
with my
own kind--other writers, other
dreamers.
And they all talk to themselves
and live
quite comfortably
in other
worlds.
Only
with other writers can you
begin to
understand
how the
rest of the world
works.
Only with other writers
can you
truly open up and discuss
dreams and distractions
without fear.