One of my least favorite aspects of this job is having to introduce myself at parties as a freelance writer. It sounds really stuck-up and kind of like a lie. It also seems to be a pretty popular thing for trust fund kids in New York to say, and if there’s one thing I’m not, that’s probably it.
So - I’ve been playing around with some alternate titles:
- Professional Bullshitter
- Stay-At-Home Mom, Except I Don’t Have Kids
- Word Hustler
- Technically Unemployed
At least those titles might lead to some more interesting small talk conversation. Right now they all seem to go like this:
“I’m, uh, I’m a freelance writer.”
“Like fiction? That’s so awesome.”
“More like business copy for companies. More like not awesome.”
“So you’re not a real writer.”
“I mean, I exist.”
“Excuse me, I need another drink.”
“Can I go first?”
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