I'm laughing. The blogosphere seems full lately of writers sharing stories about touring, parties & celeb sightings. All these things are possible and it's very cool when it happens. But I'm laughing because a writer friend recently shared the story with me of accepting an invition to a book club in a different city. Her publisher declined to pay for travel, and our dear writer was broke at the time. So she told a little fib to the book club about why she couldn't make it. A few years later, when meeting with the same group she has to remind herself about the fib so she doesn't give herself away. That, my friends, is also part of the writer's life. Being picked up by book club members in fancier cars than yours and joining readers at nicer houses than the one you live in is too. At least for me it is.
Here's another story of the glam writer's life as I know it: I spoke to a group last week. To prepare for speaking in public I took a note someone had given me that says "Own your magnificence. The world needs your brilliance and grace." I was walking up to the building repeating those words to myself when my skirt, slipping against the smoothness of my tights, ended up almost down around my ankles! I lifted the bottom and ran back to my car to fix myself laughing all the way. Thank God my jacket was long enough that my behind wasn't showing. Brilliance and grace indeed!
Anyone else want to share a story about living the glamorous life?