"Yes." I said it with a smile and without hesitation. The girl, a receptionist at the place I go for therapy, began to burble at me and I smiled, listening. Later, I pondered that small event. People have a fascination with authors. I'm not sure why. I knew once. Before I became one. But now, writing is my job and it isn't that glamorous even if it is fun. Most of the time, I sit on my butt with my head in the clouds and my fingers on the keyboard.
My writing docket has picked up a whole lot recently.
Yeah. I guess I am the author.