It’s not the first time I’ve been asked this. I get asked this more than anything else, but it never gets easier.
I try not to show it, my anxiety, as I say, “All of my life.”
“Well, let me tell you this much,” she says with a look of surprise, before winking, “I don’t detect any accent.”
This too, I’m told all the time. Somewhere between the relief and paranoia, I mutter my thanks.
I know I’m a better writer than 100% of writers out there.
My self-hate stems from the fact I can still be better.
The stigma of computers is interesting. Do you ever get the feeling you get treated differently depending on whether you’re carrying a book or a tablet/Kindle? Maybe it’s my own self-consciousness, but I feel like I get treated better at restaurants when I have a hardcopy of a book, than my Kindle. And by “better,” they just seem more… smiley/engaged. But it might just be all in my head.