I have a hard time explaining what it is that I do for a living.  Most of the time, I say that I’m a freelance writer, but that’s not really accurate — I don’t write for print media (although I would love to).  Saying that I’m a blogger confuses people — they don’t really know what that means, or they assume that I make my living from this blog (which would be fabulous, but is not what really happens).

But it’s not just the job title that’s tough — it’s the actual what do you DO? that stumps people.  What does a blogger do?

This week, Roxanna and Chris and I were in the same fairly small hotel in Chicago. Instead of meeting in the lobby for coffee, we were in our rooms texting and IMing and emailing each other.  Chris took a picture of her shoes and sent them to me — you know, instead of walking downstairs to show them to me in person.

Bloggers take a lot of pictures, of things like our shoes and our drinks and ourselves.  And anyone else who happens to be, say, in the bathroom with us when we’re there.  (Hi, Clare!  You’re such a good sport.)

This week, when we were taking pictures, people asked, “What do you do with all those pictures?”

“We put them on the internet,” we said.  Of course.

No wonder people can’t figure out what I do for a living.