Thoughts

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.

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