Otherwise?

I probably shouldn’t be telling you this so bluntly, but as a writer, you are living an irreplaceable dream. Once, walking in the rain at lunch time, I met a fellow. I began to complain at him about the vagaries of the company at which we both worked. He listened, then he smiled happily and asked me, “Well, what would you be doing otherwise?”

You dreamed of being a writer. Now you probably complain that you have to scramble for writing time. Now, you are a writer and you dream-up stories you love and if you weren’t, you would be in some musty book store wishing you could.