When I tell people that I’m a writer often they get this anticipatory look. I always assumed that they were waiting for me to tell them the name of something that they might recognize (which is unlikely). As it turns out, I think they are waiting for me to finish the sentence with the following:
“I’m a writer… and as television has taught us, that means I also solve crime.”
It has come to the point where I do feel as though I should apologize for not catching criminals as part of my writing career—like I’m letting them, and the world, down by sticking to actual writing. I can almost hear them thinking: “If Jessica Fletcher can do it, what the hell is wrong with you? The woman was born in the 20s, and you can’t get off your ass and do something?” And that’s a valid point—what the hell is wrong with me? But that’s not important right now. What is important is that maybe television isn’t real and has possibly given you some false expectations… or that your former chemistry teacher really is a meth crime boss. It could go either way.
Kate Dating: Crime Fighter… it does have a nice ring to it.