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Let me paint a picture. (With words, thank God. Even my stick people are pathetic.) I have blonde hair - thanks to a talented stylist - and brown eyes - thanks to God, and a dimple in my left cheek. I can remember back in the 80’s, in all my late-teen glory, vowing to myself that I would never be one of those women who 'let themselves go.' (Insert horrified gasp.) I’d NEVER go to the grocery store without full make-up, my hair would always be AquaNet-ed within an inch of its life, (Good old AquaNet - you could have bounced a quarter off my hair and it wouldn’t have disturbed a strand.) and I would do my best to remain healthy and fit.
Two kids in college later, the last thing on my mind when I double-time it through Wal-Mart for toothpaste, Diet Mountain Dew, and washing detergent is whether or not my hair and make-up are flawless. (More like, is my hair combed??? Do I have jelly on my shirt???) I am more concerned with getting said groceries and getting the &^%$#% out of the store before I have the unfortunate experience of seeing anyone I know. As for the AquaNet and remaining fit, I’ve decided that I was a horribly shallow, exceedingly vain teen and that I’d much rather eat a cookie and invest in a good foundation garment. (Spanx anyone?) Despite previous vehement objections, I’ve started running. How can I be Fabulous at Forty (!!!) if I don’t stay in shape? I actually like it much better than I ever thought I would. The iPhone, it is my friend. Thank you, Adam Levine. You never fail to put a perk in my step.
Why I love being a writer:
• There's no dress code. I can wear my pyjamas to work, and most of the time that’s exactly what I do. Occasionally I’ll go to the trouble of putting on a T-shirt and a pair of sweats, but that’s just more laundry and despite the fact that I write hot, steamy romantic comedies - I’m entirely too practical for that.
• I’m my own boss/set my own hours. Close to deadline this means that I’m hunched over my computer at all hours of the day and night and my children know not to talk to me or make loud noises.
• Ah. A personal favourite. Revenge therapy. There’s nothing more satisfying than eviscerating an enemy on the page. Go ahead, punk. Make my day. Tick me off and there will be a jerk or a slut - depending on gender - in my next book who bears an uncanny resemblance to you. Muahaha.
• I’m only a couple dozen steps from the kitchen. This means I can have a snack any time I want. And I want snacks a lot.
• I’m only a dozen steps away from the couch - which is centred in front of the TV - and I can lay down and relax any time my muse isn’t co-operating. (Grabbing a snack from the kitchen and watching Northern Exposure and Gilmore Girls reruns seems to help this occasional affliction.)
• I can frequently check my email, or text my friends. (Both of which I do often. Too often.)
• I get to create people and the world they live in and essentially make them do whatever I want them to. I’m the unseen mistress of their world. Very cool, is it not?
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