FAME, ER, SORT OF
I live in a small town. Everyone knows everyone here so I'm starting get get a little, er, well-known. I'm starting to catch people glancing at me then looking back again and whispering to whoever they are with and then they look too. At first I wondered, do I have dirt on my nose? Is my hair a mess? Then I realize they know I'm a writer. My picture has been in our small town paper quite a lot lately.
You'd think my writing would be no big deal. When people gush about it, I usually say, "It's just what I do for a living." Do people think authors are any different from anyone else? It's hilarious! If they'd been here at my house this week, they would have seen a very different picture from some image they have about me.
We've had rain. Tons of rain. We've got an attached garage on our old Victorian and the roof is almost flat so it's got roll roofing on it. Dave has been wanting to replace it because there's this big old tulip tree in the side yard that has dropped limbs on it and poked holes in it so his garage leaked. Well more than his garage leaked this week. It blew in somehow and I had leaks ALL OVER the laundry room. The wallpaper is coming down from the ceiling. I had pans and buckets set out all around the floor but there were too many drips to catch them all so I threw down towels.
The glamorous life of an author? Um, have you had to think up a way to kill people lately? It's HARD WORK! I'm trying to come up with two new plots right now and my poor brain is nearly smoking. Think of me as a ditch digger. I just use my mind instead of my back. Hmm, maybe that's why it's always so hard to lose weight. LOL