I get the sense that Blondie thinks I tell her stuff that would mostly make for entertaining writing.

Today, she told me that as entertaining as x stories might be (we went down that path and I was talking about some non-serious stuff for a bit), she wanted to know how I was really feeling. (Miserable, per usual, I said.)

She’s also made similar comments previously — that I could take my life experiences and turn it into a book.

I can’t tell if she’s figured out that it’s a defense (of observing my life and looking at it in a way that would allow me to sort of novel-ize it) that has served me well or if she really thinks I’m just wasting her time and mine.

Oh well.