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Tuesday, October 10, 2006

Passion and My Platinum Card

Posted by Christine

Being an author, as any other author will gladly tell you—at length and even if you beg them not to—is a lonely business. We spend our working days solo, at our keyboards, opening veins, digging deep in search of…the right word, the right scene, the right title, the right name for each character. We struggle to hit our daily page goals, to make our deadlines. And yeah, I know. Haven’t you heard all this before?

I'm sure you have. But there’s more…

All of us on DD write popular fiction, which drags along with it a whole other set of challenges. As authors of popular fiction, we not only have to do the heavy lifting of getting it all just right—but we also have to make it look effortless. There has to be depth and texture, but it must never be allowed to get in the way of our story’s forward motion. Because we know if we can’t keep our readers turning those pages, they might very well just yawn and put that book we sweated blood over aside. And never pick it up again. (violins here, please)

I’m tellin’ y'all, it’s hell. A daily battle. You oughtta see my scars...

All this to say, hey. At the end of a grueling, lonely workday (violins swelling here), I need fun. I need distractions. I need my passions.

And I have them. Passions. I like to lose myself in uplifting, spiritually improving activities like…shopping.

And let us not forget…going out to eat.

It’s true. I’m not the deepest fork in the drawer…er, fish in the sea. (?) I love a good shoe sale. Great shoes make me happy. I love to wander the racks at Dillard’s. I especially love to find a bargain. A gorgeous coat at half the price, a cute little t for a song…

The bald truth is, it doesn’t even matter if I actually buy anything. How odd is that? I just like the feeling of promise, of limitless possibility, I get strolling the displays in a department store.

And about eating out. Oh, be still my beating heart. I love…walking into a restaurant, hearing that cute girl behind the reservation podium ask me, “Table for…?” I love to be led to my table, to see the snowy-white napkins folded into triangles, propped on the plate, pure as sleeping doves. I love a well-made Cosmo (fresh lime and real cranberry juice, please) to sip before dinner. I love a pretty menu, all those choices in a great-looking font, listed and described in mouth-watering detail for my dining pleasure. I love that the food comes and I eat it—and the dirty plate is swept away.

Oh, yeah. The best, the richest, the most decadent part of eating out is not having to clean up after myself.

After a little shopping and a great dinner out, I’m ready to face that blank computer screen again and open another vein.

How about you? What passions do you indulge to fill your well, to get you revved and ready for the next day’s work?

6 Comments:

At 9:04 AM, Blogger Susan Mallery said...

Okay, Chris. Now I'm *dying* to go out to dinner!! And have a cosmo and it's still before nine here in Seattle!! Gonna be a long day.

I'm with you on the shopping passion. For the first time in *10* years, I'll be home for Christmas. I can decorate my house and not have to worry about leaving the cats to play in, what to them, looks like the South American jungle and worry about them getting hurt.

So I'm eager to get going on buying...whatever. I was at the mall yesterday and was sad to note the Christmas stuff isn't out yet. But I'm ready. I'm poised to whip out my credit card and buy my little heart out.

 
At 9:42 AM, Blogger Maureen Child said...

Gotta admit, I'm a mall girl too. But I love to get some coffee, sit down in the middle of the mall and people watch. Just playing with who they are, why they're yelling/laughing/whispering feeds the brain cells.

Oh, and of course, there's DSW, too!!

 
At 11:25 AM, Blogger Christie Ridgway said...

Of course shopping does it for me! And since I have all these guys in my household--and none of them can bear shopping--I get to do most of the buying for my entire family. (Though must admit playing personal shopper for male teenagers can be a frustrating task.)

Hmm...why am I suddenly getting the urge to go out to lunch at my local mall?

 
At 1:13 PM, Blogger Christine Rimmer said...

Susan, re the cosmos. I'm with you. Let's go together. Right now.

And Maureen, I love people-watching. Not as much as a great new outfit. But still...

Christie, I'm totally out of the teenage boy's clothes game. The J is now old enough to go on his own--or with Hunky Mensa Man when it's to buy something dressy. I mean, the kid has his own tux and cool onyx cufflinks and studs and several great pleated tux shirts. He's a band geek and needs them for concert season. And he looks so good in his tux...

Lunch at the mall. Hey. We should all go...

 
At 5:02 PM, Blogger Kate Carlisle said...

Dang, Chris! I really like going out but the best bartender in town lives at my house! I love to sit on our deck in our cute Adirondack chairs, watching the sun set, sipping cocktails!

I'm sorry, what was the question? LOL

 
At 5:37 PM, Blogger Christine Rimmer said...

I forget... LOL!

 

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