1) Writers are not recluses. That's just downright silly. Both the liquor store man and the Chinese delivery guy know us by name.
2) Writers are not drunks. We find that label to be slanderous and untrue. Whiskey is a scientifically accepted food group. Look it up on any current dietary pyramid chart.
3) Writers are not apathetic cynics. We really do care about things. Just not politics. Or religion. Or people. Or things.
4) Writers don't write to escape reality. We do it for the fame. And the money. And the unyielding respect and appreciation of the masses. We yearn for the day we can sign things that aren't receipts or parking tickets.
There you have it, ladies and germs. A solid explanation from the mouths of two working writers in defense of our own kind. Which, when we stop and think about it, is sort of unusual. Because we typically hate associating with other writers. Anyway, have mercy on us. If you see a lonely, studious guy (or gal) sitting at the end of a bar by himself, quietly cursing the world and scorning the overhead TV, send a drink his way, won't you? Because he's probably just a writer. Or a mass murderer.
Cheers and stay classy, folks!
Beer: Left Hand Milk Stout Nitro
Music: The Stone Roses