The glamorous life of a writer: Part 2: Bar hunting in the swamplands
So let me contrast the notion of glamor with the reality of the moment, because as I’m typing this, I have a damp bottom and an aching knee and I’m still working on my first cup of coffee. Yesterday afternoon my publicist sent a reminder for this morning’s live radio interview. The station would call on my cell phone. Unfortunately, last night I discovered that our condo is ideal for a paranoid schizophrenic who would love to seal…