September 13th.

Dear Grandma,

I'm sorry I don't want to go into a "practical career". I know that "the arts" will eventually "burn out" and I'll have "nothing to turn to" and then I'll wish I listened to you. But for once, don't tell me that my writing is "demented" because it's "not of this world". Of course it isn't. It's fantasy. I'm sorry.

Writing is my passion. I don't want to be a doctor, a lawyer, an engineer, or a teacher. I want to be me. And I'm a writer. It's who I am.

By the way; I can get a degree in something related to writing.

So shut up.

Love,
Your grandkid.