People find it hard to believe that I become "Esther Sequester" when I write. The updated version of How To Work a Room is due to my editor in a couple of weeks. Here I am writing about mingling when I don't do it while I write. My friends know that I disappear and that phone conversations are tough because they drain the words I need for the writing... right out of me.
I can't have late nights... although an early movie is ok. On Saturday night I broke 'training' and went to see the Four Tops and Temptations in concert. Considering that I am a longtime Motown Music fan, this was a real treat. But when I'm writing, all my antennae are up for material.
That night was no exception. I turned around and noticed that two members of the audience were wearing their Bluetooth... on a Saturday night, in a concert with the revered Temps and Tops. Who on Earth could be calling that they felt compelled to have to show off their accoutrement? Unless it was Smoky Robinson... I'd say fuggedaboutit.
Unless you are waiting for heart transplant surgery or waiting to perform it, leave your techie toys of self importance at home.
I certainly shall!And to ielbeve that a week ago I thought she didn't know me. Now she's callling my phone. Yeah, it's just a matter of pushing one number in her address book, but she had to remember how to access the address book AND that my number was in there in the first place.I am wondering if it wasn't a PT exercise. But she called me at 8am and I ielbeve her PT starts at 9am.
Posted by: Joanne | April 19, 2012 at 05:21 PM