daily blogging is the first sign I’m not writing
Posted in I used to write a little on Tuesday 02. 02. 10
So there’s that. Talking to you guys doesn’t take as much brain power, and you know I don’t mean that the way it sounds. Not that I’m all Tolstoy up in my journals, but I’ve gotten used to writing on computer screens surrounded by madness, whether at work or at home. If there is madness and I need to write, I am here with you and not with paper and pen.
Which is fine, I guess. My children will be one day at a lectern in a hall full of people explaining how their mother had always been the writer but had sacrificed her career to the simply not all that talented gods, and how they have 17 novels and screenplays between them, final drafts dutifully read during each visit to the nursing home.
For the lecture hall reading (understandably my living facility was unable to provide transportation to anywhere but the mall and the cardiologist), Jon Alex supplies the character voices and comedic timing, Ehren the laser wit and patented project enthusiasm, Jordan keeps everyone on schedule and never forgets to read the acknowledgements and credits at the beginning while they have everyone’s full attention. She’s also taught the dog to bark-bark bark-bark-bark the intimate sex scenes and they charge extra.
Watching a Monk marathon while halfheartedly searching the room for my teeth, I suspect as the thief the non-union actor who’d brought the dinner trays by after the Saturday novelty pottery painting.
Cocktail recipes and whatever else you have for me in comments…
Have a Tootsie Roll Martini
Let’s see, when your in the nursing home I will be close to retirement. Once I retire I will definitely shuttle you to the readings in my 1989 Lincoln Towncar. The air conditioning doesn’t work, so I have to keep the windows rolled down. Also be careful with your seat, the release latch is a little loose so it may pop forward if I am forced to stop suddenly.
Fringes, that’s just Q’s way of saying he’ll still be trying to cop a feel, even when you’re decrepit.
@average jane, I happen to have vanilla vodka in my freezer while the other liqueurs will require a trip to the bank, er, liquor store. I can’t wait to try it, thanks!
@Q, sweetie, you are only 12 years younger. If I’m watching Monk and looking for my teeth, we’re roommates. I will take you up on that Town Car offer, though. Sounds like the long-elusive car sex op.
@motormouth, yay!
Dude, it’s better than my children, who will be wearing pendants and serious expressions as they run the support group for people whose conception, gestation and birth was heartlessly USED by their mother for financial gain.
Pass a drink.
In other news, Hub-D said today we’re putting the house on the market and moving to Texas. Austin. But still.
@Erica, Austin is close enough! I was going to suggest it, but I selfishly wanted Baby C close to her future husband. They can survive a long-distance baby romance. Welcome to Texas!