Well, I had recently sold a couple of my writings... not, I'll admit, for a great deal of money, but enough to make me feel
like an almost professional writer.
I smiled and said, "I'm a writer."
"But what kind of work do you do?" the woman wanted to know.
"I write," I replied, resisting the temptation to add the word duh.
"Oh," my interrogator went on, wrinkling her nose, "then you don't work?"