I'm at a party or in a bar, and the question comes up.
"What do you do?"
"I'm a deputy director at a business improvement district."
Right, what does that mean?
I'm part of a team that works to make downtown a better, more livable place. I talk about how the organization helps support local business owners. I talk about the Downtown Ambassadors, the visitor center, special events and advocacy. I talk about how I like making a difference in my community.
One of my friends will say, "AND?"
Oh, right. I'm in graduate school. I'm working toward an MFA in Creative Writing at Fairfield University. I'm writing a book.
Why do I forget to mention that part? It's not that I don't think it's important. It is important. It might be the most important thing I've ever done for myself. But sometimes I forget I'm doing it. It's a lot of work, but it doesn't feel like work. I'm doing something I love and pursuing a dream. One that seems more attainable than, say, dancing with Gene Kelly.
Maybe I don't mention it because it is kind of private. As private as writing a memoir can be. I'm shy about it. Yes, me.
Maybe I think people won't care, or won't get it. I have to get over it.
It's what I do and who I am. I'm a writer.