R. used to say she wasn't interested in me as a writer but as a human being. I used to think she was being obscurely selfish and uncaring because for me there wasn't a difference between what I produced on the page or computer screen, and the person I was. She maintained that there was a difference.
Well, I'll be darned, she was right. Turns out writer as defining persona was a piece of fakery that fooled no one but yours truly. And interested no one but yours truly.