Someone asks what I do. / I’m a writer. / What do you write? / I’m a novelist. / What sort of books do you write?

Well, now this becomes a bit awkward. How do I describe all the nuances and most treasured moments of my beloved child without chewing someone’s ear off? I can’t summarize and generalize my precious baby, and he is only making small talk anyway; he really doesn’t care.

What sort of books do I write?

Books that even strangers love and treasure.

That’s all that really matters to me.