i’m so jealous
My old neighbors went to the Augusten Burroughs book signing event for his new book ‘Possible Side Effects’ and had their picture taken with him.
I adore this man and his hotter than hot husband. He’s living the life i dream of, you know, the neurotic writer who lives with a HOT Daddy Bear and travels the world writing about how neurotic he is and everybody loves him and wants to make movies about his life. That life. That’s precisely the life i want to live.
I have the hot boyfriend part down… and i guess i write about my neurotic-ness. but where are the hollywood agents, or hell, the literary agents clamouring for my signature on their contracts?
Anybody? I’ll take almost anything. really! $5000.00 for a book? today, sure!
Monday morning catch-up
I was going to apologize for not writing most of last week after my return from Boston and P-Town, but decided against it, because I really didn’t do anything wrong by not writing. I was busy damn it. Oh! And writers block.
So Boston was wet, wonderful and wild! Sluggo was the perfect host, taking the day off and dragging my sorry-wanna-go-shopping-for-T-Shirts-ass around the city. Got some great ones too! I even convinced him to go into his favorite new store.
P-Town was quaint, yet soggy, and I need to plan a return trip for the summer months when the hot men converge upon the city and take it over in a pulsating crush of hot, sweaty, naked flesh. I couldn’t even visualize. All day Saturday I heard “You should see this in the summer, wall to wall half-naked men as far as the eye can see. So crowded it’s hard to drive down this street”.
The topics for writing fly thru my head so fast, I think “Oh! Great post!” but by the time I sit down before my trusty Mac the concept, the words and the motivation have left me.
I’m going to look into getting a TRIO, maybe I can write mobil-ly.
I’m off to an early start today, so running into the office.
Ta ta