13 October 2006


I was thinking of calling this post “Confessions of a …” but we all know that that is overdone. Cuz, you know, just “Confessions” is so original.
Confession #1: I don’t think David Sedaris is “razor sharp witty” as the cover raves. I’ve wanted to read his books for the past couple of years. Finally, finally, I made it to his name on my booklist and checked out two of his books from the library. I started Me Talk Pretty One Day yesterday. Nothing. I was generally amused, even laughed out loud once. But “razor sharp”? Nah. I feel like less of an artist. This is supposed to be a defining book for me. Oh, yes, so right on. I’m a musician, a philosopher-theologian, and a writer. And don’t forget drama queen. Nothing. This calls into question my identity. Maybe it was just a bad day. Rainy, cold, wanted to sleep all day.
Confession #2: I am needy. I hate being needy. Whine, whine, whine. Writing is work. I don’t wanna work. I want to be inspired. Boo-hoo. The middle of my book is boring. Whatta I do? Boo-hoo-hoo. Ah, shat ap, sitya butt down an’ write. I refer you to exhibit A. Drama queen.
Confession #3: These past two days have been odd eating days. Instead of regular meals, I’m having popcorn, an apple, and hot chocolate for dinner. (I do make a great hot chocolate, if I say so myself.) This morning, I want hot dogs for breakfast. No, Mom, I’m not pregnant. Ooh, Erin, will you send me one of those hair muffins?


Jeanne Damoff said...

Love this. Mike was right. You're funny!

P.S. What is this "work" of which you so often speak? Is this a custom in your country?

P.P.S. I'm a musician, philosopher-theologian, drama queen AND a legend in my own mind. Top that, whiner.

Jennifer said...

I read Me Talk recently as well, after hearing how great it was. I also remember chuckling aloud a few times, but I wasn't bowled over. In fact, (gasp), I didn't even finish it.

And eat what you want. Actually, stay away from the broccoli juice, but eat hot dogs for breakfast all you want.

Michelle Pendergrass said...

Maybe we should all do confession Fridays and link to each other.


I'm not sure I've been out of my bum-clothes-pj's all week. And I've been eating weird too and not wanting to cook. Phil has hemmed his own pants, did laundry, cooked, and cleaned.

I've moped.

*shrug* Some weeks are just like that.

Heather said...

Yes, work. I've recently learned the term. I think it's related to practicing scales everyday on the piano. I'm still researching.
Legend in your own mind? Ha! You've got nuttin. I'm a legend unappreciated in my own time.

willowtree said...

I don't know when you're going to start listening to me. There is only one solution for writers block: slapstick and funny photos. It doesn't matter what kind of book you're writing, you can't go wrong with these babies.

Erin said...

And there is ONE hair muffin left! Gimme your address and I'll pop it in the mail, but by time it gets to you, it'll be a hair-and-mold muffin.
Perhaps you ought to try juicing the broccoli and hotdogs together with a little Granny Smith apple and parsley. Served over ice, it might not be half bad.

My first exposure to Sedaris was an interview he did on NPR about his adventures visiting a nudist camp. THAT was hilarious.

Jeanne Damoff said...

Practicing scales doesn't count as work. After all, it's "playing" the piano.

As for being unappreciated in your own time, can you verify this claim? On the contrary, I appreciate you. So, ha!

I, on the other hand, have Descartes on my side. I think (I'm a legend), therefore I am. ;)

In other news, I was remiss in my original comment. I should have complimented you on your use of "boo-hoo," as it's one of the few standard responses I endorse for its versatility in daily conversation. Others include: "la de da" and "You're not the boss of me." Honorable mention (thanks to Jen T.) goes to "I know you are, but what am I?" Feel free to apply these liberally, especially before lengthy sun exposure.

So. Good job, not only for brandishing boo-hoo, but for daring to go even so far as boo-hoo-hoo. The world needs risk takers.

Hair muffin???

Beyond Words said...

Heather--writing is the hardest work! Sometimes I feel like my body is an alien life form because the landscape of my mind is so different from my physical reality. No wonder we have wierd cravings.

BTW, I picked up my novel again after weeks of being committed to other work--and prayer--and I revised ONE page. One...page. It took hours.

Did that sound whiney? :)

Pamela said...

we just had Baskin & Robbins apple pie ice cream... and it is superb.

not that popcorn and hot chocolate arent..

Claudia said...

one reason I don't think I'll be a writer...no,instead I'm working on being a photographer! Cuz us photographers be inspired all the time!! ha!!

good luck with the writing! just keep it up!

L.L. Barkat said...

I think that boring-in-the-middle thing must be a common experience... reminds me of a discussion in The Soul Tells a Story... made me feel better when I read it.