It’s one of the great misconceptions about writing that it is somehow glamorous. When the truth is that it isn’t–not even a little.
Seriously.
I try and try and try to get people to believe me when I say that my job is basically looking at a whiteboard covered with sticky notes and/or a computer and/or big stacks of paper all day long.
While wearing my pajamas.
That’s writing, folks.
But every once in a while you have a day or two where it really is what people THINK it is and today is sort of one of them because I’m writing this tonight from a REALLY nice hotel room.
How do I know it’s a really nice hotel?
Exhibit…
A: There’s an Armani store next door.
B: There’s a separate shower and tub. I’ve never been in a hotel that didn’t have a tub/shower combo.
C. The tub is large enough to do laps.
D. The lights are so fancy I still can’t work them very well.
E. There are housecoats and fuzzy slippers and a DVD player. I might never leave.
F. Two words: honor bar
G. There’s a window seat. If you ask me there are simply too few window seats in the world.
H. I’m pretty sure the chair I’m sitting in cost more than all the furniture in my house (sooooo not an exaggeration).
I. There is a bowl of fresh apples. But–get this–the apples aren’t listed on the price list for the honor bar. So are the apples free? Would I be the biggest hick in the world if I called down to the front desk to ask if the apples are free?
J. I really want an apple.
I’m here for a lot of meetings and things–nothing relevant to you guys right now.
In the meantime, please keep reading (and remember, Alan Gratz’s SOMETHING ROTTEN is available for free and will be our first ever book club book), and I’ll be back to regular blogging soon I hope.
-Ally