Today at lunch I had the personal laptop out, writing. Some things I just don't feel right doing on the company laptop. Like writing.
One of the guys walked past and noticed.
"Writing a book?" he asks.
"Yes," I say.
"Really??" he asks as if he doesn't believe.
"Yeah," I say. It seemed to take about half the subsequent conversation for him to really accept it.
It doesn't bother me that he was surprised by it. But I can't help but wonder what his conception of me included instead...
Posted by fictionman at February 22, 2007 08:22 PM | TrackBack (0)