Did I lie to Harry Belafonte?

I've been writing for a long time. I self-published my first book at age 5, no bull. I mean I haven't published a book since then, but I've been in the game for a minute. Sidebar, don't you love when singers and rappers say they've been singing/rapping/performing since they were two years old?

Anyway. I've been writing for awhile, but never officially. I've never told anyone, when asked what I do, that I was writer.

So on my recent trip to Jamaica, I stayed a couple of days in Kingston. While chilling by the pool, who do I see chilling at the poolside restaurant? Harry Belafonte. WOW.

At first, I didn't want to bother him. You know he was chilling. Plus all these people were going up to him and I didn't want to be one of those...

But I changed my mind. I did want to be one of those.

So I go up to him and he's a gentlemen, real old school in the best way possible. We need more men like him. He drops wisdom without trying. Then he asks my friend and I about ourselves. And he asks me what I do, and I say, "I'm a writer."

Where did that come from? I have no idea. I wasn't necessarily trying to Big Up myself, but the words just seemed to flow.

So now I'm like, I don't want to be a liar. I don't want to let Mr. Belafonte down. I need to stop fighting the feeling. I need to embrace the writer side of me. And it was that simple, after all these years.

Yep, I'm a writer. That wasn't so hard. Oh and I'm officially working on several projects none of which are near finished!