I’m in my usual writing outfit: old grey sweatpants, old green tanktop, and terry bathrobe. But I know that it isn’t a writing day. For one thing I’m too revved up for interviews to settle into the interiority that writing requires. And it’s a PA day.
Normally I’d be taking my kids out somewhere–we’d planned on the museum. But I’m stuck at home waiting for the carpet cleaners who are due to arrive sometime between 1 and 3. Yes, we have new tenants coming (again). So in the weeks leading up to my pub date, which coincides with the new tenants’ arrival, I’ve had to fit being a landlady in with being a writer and a mom.
When I was 15, I imagined myself as a writer with 4 kids and a husband who’d take an equal part in raising kids. The funny thing is that my dream has come true in essence, though with some modifications–fewer kids, but A cooks and there’s the landlady thing. All in all, it’s a good deal.
The only significant wrinkle, really, is that menopause presents an additional wardrobe challenge. While planning for interviews and readings, I have to make sure that I’ve got the right combination of layers. Some of you will know exactly what I mean. For the rest of you, I’ll just say: stock up on tank tops.
Have a wonderful weekend everyone!