April 14th, 2008

Most days pass with nothing remarkable happening. I spend my days working on a couple of books and a few magazine articles. I make travel plans and prepare for the next lecture and out of town signing, but on the whole, nothing truly remarkable happens. I think I expected this line of work to be more like the life Joan Wilder lived in Romancing the Stone. Id complete a book and turn it into my editor, who happens to be my best friend. Shed read the work and be moved to tears and Id go off on an exotic adventure. Thats what I thought the life of a writer would be like. I like what I do, but I cant help thinking if I were living and writing from Spain like Hemingway did, maybe something remarkable would happen. I did get a call from the California Teachers Association about the schoolmarms book thats coming out in September. They wanted to know the title of the book and the release date. That was encouraging news, but not remarkable. Im not quite sure what I would deem remarkable and maybe thats the problem. Maybe an invitation to talk about the books on Oprahs show, and opportunity to write from a private beach house in Bora Bora&Im just not sure. I think most people spend their days simply doing their jobs and looking forward to the next station in life. Perhaps the most remarkable thing about this job, or any job for that matter, is that you have a chance to do it at all. Id like to feel content in that knowledge and think I could&from a private beach house in Bora Bora.