They say that if you introduce a new chicken to a flock, you should do it in the middle of the night while they are all sleeping. Then when the brood awakens, they figure that newbie has been there all along.
That’s how I was hoping to feel when I returned to Canada in the middle of the night. My mom’s birthday is today and all she wanted from me was to come home. And all she wanted from my sister, who is a flight attendant, is to bring me home on a buddy pass. As for my other sister? I dunno. Maybe she’ll get mom a sweater or something.
Anyway, the prodigal daughter returned to the flock and instead of blending in like she was there all along, she was met with the question:
“Don’t you think you should get a job?”
Even my niece who is smart as a whip noticed that I wasn’t going to a job every day like mommy and daddy. I told her I was a writer. She said, “So you don’t have a job then.”
“I have a job. I’m a writer.”
“But you just write in bed.”
“And sometimes in the kitchen.”
“Ya, because writers get to do that.”
She had to mull.
What astounds me is that people don’t think I’ve got a plan. That I’m just traveling all willy nilly and not thinking of the future.
Don’t they know I’ve been the boss of me for a very long time?
Don’t they think I’m conjuring up evil plans?
Do they think I’ll just hang out and wait for the funds to dry out?
Don’t they know me at all? Me who is always coming up with something fabulous to do with my time?
It’s tough for an artist to constantly have to justify her behavior to the world.
Because the world seems so focused on the 9 to 5 slugging and the thought process that one shouldn’t consider being an artist a real job. And one certainly shouldn’t enjoy one’s job.
Ya that’s not gonna fly with me anymore. And I pray to God that my God children don’t pick up this thought process.
In the wisdom of Christophe, when I lamented about this with him on the phone, he said in his BetterEnglishThanMyFrenchNotThatI’mJealousOrAnything, “They will understand later.”
Later? I’ve already got two books out in the world that are shining wit and wisdom in the lives of those experiencing the trials and tribulations of dating.
Later. After I’ve finished plugging away at making my evil plans a reality.
Later. After I reveal my evil plans to the world.
In the meantime, I’m keeping my evil plans to myself and practicing my poker face.