Spice It Up!

Gorgeous day in L.A. My favorite kind of weather, sunny and balmy and breezy, and my energy is vamping up. I am feeling some degree of enthusiasm again. I am timidly starting to dream as I used to. I am also starting to savor the privilege of making a living using my talent as I used to, engaging my passion in more challenging pursuits and projects every day.

One reason for this might be that I am writing in my new colorful, flowery, sexy bikini. Out in the patio with big diva shades on to spare my eyes the brightness of the sun, my skin is getting tanner than when I used to run on the beach. Unsolved mysteries of the years going by, hormonal changes and maybe the increasingly thinner ozone layer! The still mysterious but otherwise welcome result is that my skin color is gradually turn the golden tan brown it used to be.

Bikini-writing has another added bonus. It really spices it up. It's odd for me to say so since I am NOT, notoriously, a look-fanatic neither a fashionista despite growing up in Milan and starting my writing career in fashion magazines as Vogue or Marieclaire. But while I don't necessarily need to put make-up on before opening my e-mail, I definitely need to be fully dressed and in a way I like it to sit down and write.

I still remember my utter disgust when a colleague who was freelancing when I was instead working in the magazine staff--we are talking about twenty years ago--confessed that one of the benefits she really was more fond of about her home-office was that it allowed her to write in her pj and slippers. I was simply horrified by the vision. No, NO, NEVER!, I thought, totally convinced that being sloppy would produce sloppy writing.

Now that skype is finally getting to be more in use and communications between writers and their client--agents, publishers, magazines or companies in the case of bloggers--, I hope the end of scruffy-sloppy writing will be over. But then, who knows? Who can absolutely guarantee me that my heroes, the hard boil masters I'd like to follow in their footsteps, were not writing in their underwear and t-shirts stained by the scotch used in place of my bikini to spice their writing up their own way? And who can say that their way did not work grueling bloody wonders?!?!

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Funny!