Part of traveling for work means that I sometimes find myself eating meals solo, an anomaly in my life. Like the true nerd I am, I often pull out my notebook and write while I eat.
Tonight was one of those nights, as I spend my first night of three in Ottawa.
What was different tonight is that someone stopped walked by my table twice and then stopped to ask me if I was a writer.
For the first time I did not deny it. It felt good when I said: “Yes, yes I am.”