Ok, please, those of you who carry a torch for your artistic life who are now angry with me because I don't straighten my back and proudly show my artistic colors, I say, well, being an artist is kind of like being a bum, in the sense that I get up every day and, in my father's parlance, bum around.
Oh, I keep very busy. As a matter of fact, my days are filled with all sorts of wonderful times and meetings. Today is just a normal day. I dragged myself out of bed, and poured a cup of coffee. I checked in on my online world from news sites to Facebook to see what the world is doing and posted and reposted a few things I thought the world should see. I wrote a thank you email and Facebook status update to all the wonderful people at Interim Writers and the cast who read Turtles last night at Interim Writers' "Have You Read?" October staged reading. (It was an outstanding performance thanks to the directing of Lydia Anderson and the acting of Jackie Davis, Becky Webber, Kimberly Truon, Anna Dynarski, & Rafael Marinho.)
I took a shower where, if you've been reading this blog, know that I worked on a scene in a play I'm working on. When I finished this post I'll fire up that play and sort out what's in my head in that scene on it for probably about an hour. I think that's all it's going to take, but for all I know I'll be working on it for a few hours. In between all this I've been looking for notes on Tim O'Brien and the short piece we'll be discussing in the the creative writing class I'll be teaching tonight. (Found them tucked in a folder on my hard drive.) Before that I'll be commenting and grading some work of my students to hand back tonight. After class, I'll probably wander over to the Occupy Boston tent city and talk to a few people and just see if there's anything I can do to lend a hand to the cause. I'll come home late, and Sue will probably be in bed and we'll talk for a while.
Not a bad life.