I’m going about this all wrong. I’ve been watching the media’s adoring coverage of Diablo Cody, the former Minneapolis blogger and stripper who landed a book deal and then wrote the screenplay for the buzzworthy indie movie Juno, and I’ve concluded that no literary agent is going to be interested in a blogger whose preferred topics are health care reform and fishnet stockings. What I need is a compelling personal narrative; something with more pizazz than “attorney/government bureaucrat”. Maybe I should put an ad on Craigslist advertising my services as an exotic performer. Which means I need to change my name. Something that rolls off the tongue and carries a certain sense of menace. Got it: Twitch McGimpy. I’ll start blogging about my experiences performing at bachelorette parties and offering witty insights on the topics of human frailty, lust, and my frequent sexual encounters with bored suburban housewives.
It occurs to me that I have absolutely no right to make fun of Ms. Cody. She’s out in Hollywood, living the dream, while I’m sitting here in my condo trying to decide what I’ll watch on my TiVo.
Write about your real life Marc. Real life is so interesting that nothing can compete with it, even if it is lived in a “condo” as you call your flat. Who knows, somebody might want to make a realistic film about this kind of life, a life you wouldn’t trade for anything, I guess.
Mieke.