Yesterday was my birthday and, once again, I was so busy living the glamorous life of an author I didn’t have chance to write a blog post.
Oh, for sure. I even have a poolboy. <cough>
The truth is that the “glamour” of my everyday life extends to wearing my pajamas all day. Writing until my shoulders ache. Forgetting to eat lunch until my stomach starts growling at me. Chatting to other authors online and discovering they’re all just as neurotic as I am.
It’s a wonderful life!
But yesterday was a little closer to the red carpet than I usually get. A pub lunch, dinner at a Mexican eatery, and Singin’ In The Rain at the theatre in the West End. It was fun. It was fabulous. It was glamorous!
But now back to the real world. Or at least my “real” world. You know, the one where dragons hunt the night skies and survivors of the Wars fight for their very right to exist … yeah, that “real” world.
And that’s the thing we authors need to remember. Taking a break from our imagination to live the glorious life (whatever that may be) only serves to fire the imagination and fuel the creative machine.
I really need to get out more.
Or maybe I just need to hire that poolboy …