One of the surprising aspects of finally obeying my muse and settling in to writing books has been the reaction of other people, many of whom I have known for a very long time. I'm not kidding, people who have seen me at my worst (morning; sheet lines pressed against my face, hair bent in wonky directions, mascara migrated toward my nose), silliest (42nd birthday, Queen of my own birthday parade, driven in the back of a van up and down the beach, fuchsia gloves, blue sequined dress, official princess tiara and a cocktail in my hand - surrounded by my court), or most serious (ok, I'm blank here) have suddenly muddled into these weird groupies uttering lines like, "Now, I know a famous author!" Sometimes I think it must be exactly how Susan Boyle feels when people fawn over her. Ok, so I don't sing like Boyle and the writing game is a little different than the entertainment game, but still. . .
Famous? Not so much. Unless famous authors spend their days like this:
Let dog out, wait while he sniffs every other spot he has already marked and ultimately decide he's not ready yet.
Watch morning news to be current on Kim Kardashian, Lindsay Lohan and Occupy Everywhere
Check email again
Check Facebook again
Convince self to go to gym
Back to email
Second cup of coffee
Force self to go to gym
Return, remove stinky, sweaty clothes and start shower
Dog needs to go out NOW
Hastily cover naked body and crouch as you run through the house to door, attach him to lead and wait. And wait. False alarm
Return to HOT shower, wash and get dressed.
Emerge from morning stupor to begin a day of writing.
Find dog pile in living room and dog asleep on the couch.
Finally, Fight with publishing people about why Amazon and Barnes & Nobel have not picked up paperback yet. Get assured it will be a few more days (like I was told 10 weeks ago).
I guess if that is famous. . .
In the mean time, I did make a little movie to promote In The Name Of The Father. Please feel free to check it out and share it with EVERYONE YOU KNOW. I want to be famous.