I don’t mind living with a writer.
I think she meant me. Let’s face it, writers like to sleep. Sleeping equals working. Dawdling equals working. Eating ice cream? Working.
Some believe writers should not be allowed to marry. Fine. These people were probably married to writers (or rejected by writers). Anna Quindlen’s husband said something like: can’t you get me a beer without writing about it? Her response was a 250-page tome.
I’m not going to marry her but it’s nice to know I could (in some states at least)(if she’d have me).