Wednesday, March 6, 2013

Writing in Chanel, Streetwalking in Perla




Hey look, I can be stylish. Occasionally I take off my sweats to have my picture taken. This way I can take advantage of the great clothes I love but rarely get to where. I suppose I can type in Prada.





By the way, Elizabeth Street is a great website, full of pretty tips on being a great you.

On a typical day when the cameras are not rolling.


Oh wait, that's my night job. I don't think my donation button is working out very well.

Here we go.


Yeah, yeah, that's Carrie Bradshaw. And I don't even own huge phones. But sometimes I lie on my stomach and stick my legs in the air when I'm trying to concentrate.

My particular problem is over-concentration. I have writing OCD. It's painful and I don't wish it on anyone. It's not a gift and doesn't even result in a lot of product. Just tons and tons of words, piles of them, stacks of paper, chapters, notes, ideas, it never ends. In fact, it becomes so overwhelming I have to shut the computer and go outside.  That's why I took up streetwalking. It was the only thing that got me out of my writing fugue state.

That and talking to strangers at Peets.  By now thinking I have 300 stories, four books in process, at least ten scripts, five pilots... and some pissy emails I will never send.

Rhonda Talbot weighing in on writing, OCD, street walking and fashion.

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