October 13, 2016
I always laugh at the Brookdale memory care TV commercial when a care attendant talks about her client. “Their lives mattered,” the attendant says, after her client finishes a race. I don’t want to know what my eight attendants think of me. I’m moody, noisy during Packers games, quiet, giddy after seeing my favorite strippers and either I love or want to kill my agent. When I’m grumbling about my agent, they stay away from me. They are caring for a New York author. They are always talking on their phones, disturbing me. Sometimes they are so noisy and I lose my temper. They forget that they work here and I live here. They won’t know what to do when I start doing PR. Yes, I’m a weird client, but that’s an author’s life.