When we arrived at our new desert home, the powers that be wanted to know who I was before I was issued a residence visa, even though I was merely a secondary concern since it was my husband’s job at a university which had brought us to the other side of the world in the first place.There were many, many, many forms to fill out. Among the questions I was asked was my religion; N/A. My marital status; steady and holding. And my occupation. Here I dutifully wrote in Writer.
I sometimes feel funny stating as my occupation “writer” because while it’s what I do most of the day, I make very little money from it, if any at all in some years. So is it really a job if there’s no renumeration?
Apparently not. Continue reading “Branded: Housewife!”