Writing v. Eating
It's weird, but I'm reaching an age where I'd rather work. I'm too fat anyhow. I have crested that wonderful hill where you wake up one morning and your middle takes up most of the bed. All your clothes have shrunk. In dull meetings you find yourself playing with your spare tire, wondering, "Who's my new friend?" And, most of the meetings are dull. In fact, everything seems dull, except....writing.
Here's hoping my boss isn't reading this.
Don't get me wrong. I have a yankee work ethic that could shame the most devoted lard ass. I probably couldn't do a bad job if I tried. But my heart....is no longer in it.
Where the hell did my heart go?
Right now, it's in Jane of the Jungle. I'd rather be her anyhow. Jane of the Jungle is about second chances. Jane gets the chance to cast her fate to the wind and triumph. I want some of that!
So I spend almost all my free time and okay, I confess, a little of the time I'm supposed to be working, writing, rewriting, and since I'm close to publication, marketing marketing marketing. That's because I want this book to sell. Why?
- So that I can quit my day job.
- So that I can share what is dear to my heart with other people.
- So that I can inspire hope in other people.
- So that I can inspire hope in myself.
Jane of the Jungle is the first of series, and they're all about second chances and living life intensely to the very end. Since we're all going to live to be older than the Earth's crust, we have to live deeply. Who the hell wants to ride the rocking chair for 30 years?
It's not about fame or money. The truth! Okay, money would be nice, but it's not necessary. I want enough money to get by once I can collect social security, so that I don't have to be a greeter at Walmart. As for fame, I'd rather roast in hell. I value my privacy. Val Kilmer tried to eat his breakfast in a local restaurant in Santa Fe one day and so many people stared at him I think he lost his appetite.
So, good people out there, wish me luck. I am setting out on my second career, here's hoping it pays at least enough to put gas in the car. As for eating, that's a luxury. All I really need is chocolate anyway.