His Grandfather's Name Was Sue

Fingers freezing.
Tips are numb.
Keyboard's warm.
Wrists need a place to rest on a touchpad.
Writing is so simple.
It is cheap. Need only a computer.
Not even. Just a pen and paper.

"So you call yourself a writer?
Everyone writes. What makes YOU a writer."

"If it makes you happy and you thrive on it, you are a writer," I said. "More. More. More."

"Did you write the great American classic?"

"No. But I can write my name."

"You don't use an X?"

"Not really, I scrawl a Z. My name is Ginzberg."

"I heard of Ginsberg before."

"No, that was Allen Ginsberg and he spells it with an S. I am Sephardic and do not use an S, I use a T. And my name is Z. GinZberg. My father's name and his father's name. David was my Great Great Great...Grandfather."

"So? My grandfather's name was Sue."