How do you know if you’re a writer, though? I mean, I’ve had thoughts and written them down… And I write my weight in letters every month, it seems. And I’ve tried a few story ideas like I told you, but I’m bad at it… What I’m sayin’, though, is I never thought, ‘I’m a writer.’ But you did. Why did you? How did you know?
It was easy enough to tell: if I wasn’t writing, I didn’t exist.
Z: A Novel of Zelda Fitzgerald, Therese Anne Fowler