Somewhere along the way this writer business took a wrong turn.
I mean, today’s my birthday.
The brochure… yeah, I’m pretty sure there was a brochure somewhere. Anyway, I’m positive it said I should be lounging by the pool, wearing an aloha shirt, a big silly drink with a paper parasol in my hand, surrounded by beautiful women, while the huge royalties for my highly successful books pile up in a Swiss bank.
Instead, I’m here putting the finishing touches on the Aculeo & Amunet newsletter, then I’ll drive six miles and I’ll spend the afternoon giving English Lit. lessons to highly uninterested highschoolers.
From Beowulf to the Elizabethan theater, if you please.
On my way home, I’ll drive to the supermarket, and get me some kind of cake for tonight.
Then I’ll probably read for a while, then I’ll write a bit.
Maybe update my blogs.
And yes, the weather’s fine enough for me to do all this while wearing an aloha shirt.
But the bottom line is, when you say you’re a writer, writing’s a big part of it.
But at least the silly drink with the paper parasol would be nice.
Ah!
Let’s play some music…



29 May 2014 at 15:45
Happy Birthday!
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29 May 2014 at 18:40
Thank you!
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