So, I’ve read a lot of books on writing lately and decided that Julia Cameron’s suggestion to solicit a friendly reader to read my writing and tell me what they like and what they’d like to see more of was a good idea.
I decided to solicit one my blog followers that has similar pieces as mine and dropped her an email asking her if that’s something that she’d be interested in doing, and lo and behold, she actually said, “yes!”
Both of us aren’t exactly tech geniuses, but with the help of grandchildren and significant others, we figure out that there’s a thing called facetime on our Apple phones and computers and that we can talk to each other and actually see each other on this facetime thing-a-ma-bob.
“Great,” me thinks.
So, after she stopped wrestling with a rotten head cold that she had picked up on an out of town visit, and I stopped tap-dancing with some weird stomach bug that I had recently acquired, we finally set up a date and time.
And I was tickled pink.
Finally, after all this time, I was gonna meet one of the writers that I actually admired and emulated.
“This is totally cool,” I tell myself.
Then it dawns on me.
What does one wear to a “face time viewing” for the first time?
I’m usually in raggy sweats and a stained sweatshirt, while I bum around the house. And I rarely comb my rat’s nest of a hair-do hair in the morning, unless I have an appointment.
Surely I can’t look that scruffy on the first viewing.
If I scare the hell outta her, she’ll never wanna be my writing buddy. Maybe a clean turtleneck and a pair of pearl earrings will do the trick. It’s supposed to be in the upper 70’s today where I live, but hopefully I won’t be sweating too much so she notices.
Hm…I’m not into make-up and lipstick, but after dancing the tango trots for a few days, I was looking a little peaked and thought that maybe a touch of lipstick and a little rouge would help make me look a little less dauncey.
Cazzo!
Get a grip, Lucie!
You don’t wanna date the woman, for Chriminy sakes! You just wanna have her as a writing buddy.
I’m setting up my computer and getting everything ready for the big event, when I notice a familiar smell wafting through the house and discover that our cat, Molly, who was not too pleased with us for having an over-night guest stay with us last night, has peed on not only MY bathroom rugs, but the Princess’s, as well.
Yep.
Swell.
So, now I’m sportin’ a clean turtle neck and one of my better pair of sweats and end up with two stinky sets of bathroom rugs to wash before Janet calls to facetime with me.
Cazzo!
Forget the rouge and lipstick!
I’d better get those rugs into the laundry before Janet calls and thinks I live in a barn, for Pete’s sake.
And then it dawns on me – unless this facetime app has some serious “smell-vision”, I was good to go.
Yep.
That’s life in my shoes today, People!
Hopefully yours is less odiferous than mine was today.
Have a great day and I’ll catch ya next adventure, looking at life from my shoes.
Life in Lucie's Shoes 