Sometimes I think my life is excessively about story
I wake up, eat, and go work on a story ((I am currently working on a story based on a Grimm's Fairy Tale). I take a break to clean a little and play a story on my boombox (THE REVISED FUNDAMENTAL OF CAREGIVING) which I am reading a second time for my book group.
I return to my own story--get bogged down, and switch over to another story about a burglar.
Second break for more cleaning chores, I put on my IPAD to listen to Alan Sepinwall talk about TV.
At lunch, I read Sara Gran's first Claire DeWitt book.
After lunch I go to the gym and listen to some more FUNDAMENTALS on the treadmill.
Work for an hour or two more on my own stories, and then clean some more while I finish up Alan Sepinwall.
At four o'clock I read THE REVOLUTION WAS TELEVISED by Sepinwal-about the TV shows that changed the game.
After dinner, I go for a walk where Phil and I discuss various writing problems. He talks about the story of Alger Hiss (he is working on a book about Nixon) and I tell him I cannot figure out how to get my burglar into a certain spot.
We come home and both of us reads for an hour.(Probably a NEW YORKER story and one of the books)
We put on the TV at eight-thirty or so and watch about ninety minutes of story. (Last night it was VEEP and MAD MEN).
Then I go up to bed and read Sara Gran for an hour before he joins me.
STORY, STORY, STORY
On the weekends, you can add in a movie or two and possibly a play. Or we meet up with friends who talk about what they've read, seen at the movies or watched on TV.
This was not always the case with me. I used to have a job, two parents to tend, a grandchild to babysit often. But now it is story, story, story. How about you?