Hold your head up, you silly girl

"So, what do you do?" There's not much on this planet that I dread more than that question (except maybe OBGYN appointments. Okay, definitely OBGYN appointments.) Maybe it's because I do so many things and really not that much all at the same time. I substitute teach; I write for a web development company; I nanny for my cousin; I take teacher certification classes; I try to figure out how in the heck I can use my God-given talents and life-long passions to earn some moo-lah in this economy. So I ask, dear readers, that you pretend to be me for just a second and try to think of a better answer to that horrid question up there than "I'm a writer."

If, when you tried to put yourself in my shoes, you started humming "Martha My Dear," you actually knew what band penned it and from which album it came, and you suddenly experienced an urge to live happily ever after with Sean and ten feline children, then congratulations! You've successfully tapped into my psyche! (Tell our sweet tooth to cool it--those oatmeal cream pies that mom bought and left out on the counter are not for us!) And since you're here, you probably cannot not fathom a better answer to the question, right? Right.

If you happen to still be feeling like me, I bet you're freaking thrilled that you suddenly have so many new responsibilities at your (still part-time) job as a writer for the web development company. I bet you're loving how often you're getting emails from your bosses that require immediate attention. I bet your mind is awash with new ideas for posts for the company blog, half-planned magazine articles, and an imaginary alarm clock that's shouting deadlines and interview times at you even as you sleep.

So go ahead and call yourself a writer, pseudo-Sarah baby, because your boss sure does! And no matter what happens, don't ever forget how good it sounds coming out of your mouth.