I am just back from an awesome trip where I talked about the future of HR and recruitment at TruLondon. And it was fun to spend time with good friends outside of the event. No parasocial interactions. No parties where I looked for a microcelebrity bigger than myself. Just dinner. Lots of curry. And wine. Too much wine.
But no jet lag on the way home.
So life is good. I’m back to training for my next running event in April.
And you know I am busy being a writer. I failed to write my novel on feminism, coal miners and abortion set in 1960s Appalachia. I failed to finish my book of short stories that highlight love, alcoholism and political unrest in Prague. I killed my screenplay about a Chief Marine Veterinarian at an aquarium. I never wrote a book called 100 Essential Modern Poems About Work. I wanted to write a sweet little novella about a 40-year-old woman who is starting over. But then I got the idea to copy the song New York, I Love You But You’re Bringing Me Down and turn it into HR, I Love You But You’re Bringing Me Down.
That was a good idea but I failed.
This week? I am going to write a playscript based on the life of Joan Jonas. From Wikipedia:
I realize a staged play probably isn’t the correct format for performance art, but I want your mom to go see this. I want butts in the seats in places like Oklahoma City and Duluth. So there will be catchy music and a few dance numbers. Maybe Kelly Clarkson can be part of the touring cast? Yes. Brilliant. We’re done here. It writes itself.
That’s it for me, everyone. Have a great week!