For those who are interested in the Big Life of the Writer, here is my day today:
- Tidy the house
- Finish the laundry
- Drop off the dry cleaning
- Shop for groceries
- Put gas in the car and air in the tires
- Pay bills (oooh, my favorite part, because it reminds me that cash flow for writers can sometimes really suck!)
- Clean up my office
- And any other fun chores that come along!
And so the internets will just have to get along without me for the day. Be well, be happy. And if you need more, go listen to the Reality Break interview, in which I sincerely hope I sound more interesting than this post.
The heck with glamour, huh, Kelley. Meryl Streep picks up her own dry cleaning, shops for her own groceries etc. Someone asked her once, why she didn’t get a personal assistant (or 2) to do it for her and she said, because I could never understand the things I understand if I didn’t do these things myself. Kelley and Meryl. (smile)
It all informs our art.
p,s enjoyed your interview very much. That was one of my tasks for today. I like the way you think/write.
The heck with glamour indeed. Although I confess, I have these occasional visions of being sophisticated in that particular glam way, with the perfect toenails and the ability to walk gracefully in those shoes… oh well (grin).
I am chuffed to be in a sentence with Meryl Streep, whom I find to be pretty awesome. Doesn’t surprise me that she still knows the price of eggs. And I think she is right about understanding things through direct experience.
Having said all that, to be really honest (hope I don’t lose all that goodwill here…), if I could afford someone to go get the groceries every once in a while, I would do it. But not always. Because I value the brief but consistent connections I have with people in these ways. The guy at the dry cleaning store knows who I am because I’ve been going there so long, and I like that. I like being real to people with whom I am involved in a service transaction (regardless of which of us is providing the service).
And that right there is the reason I’ll never be truly sophisticated. Because on some level it seems to me to involve a level of mutual unreality that I can engage in when necessary, but I just can’t sustain. If I need to not be real to others for a while, or if I need them to not be real to me, I’d just rather go home and read a book. Or maybe watch a Meryl Streep movie (grin).