I’m not really sure what an author is suppose to look like. Quiet and reserved, with a flair for dressing well? Relaxed in a wrinkled t-shirt with a smoke tucked behind the ear? Hyper and mop-headed from all the hair pulling? Hmmm…..not sure….last time I checked, I looked like a regular suburban soccer mom.
And yes, people are surprised when I tell them I write. Usually because they can’t figure out where I find the time.