That puts me on the defensive, but I try not to show it. "I'm not writing fiction at the moment," I say. "Just my blog."
He makes a disavowing noise. Even though he's not that much older than me he doesn't get the modern world. In fact, not getting the modern world is part of his schtick. "Is that for the ages?" he asks.
"I don't know," I say. "I just try to write it as well as I can."