What does an author look like? Hmmm. The image that comes up in my mind is someone with rumpled clothes and uncombed hair, hunched over a typewriter. On the table next to her is a cup of coffee cooling unnoticed and a cigarette burning to ash. She is skinny and pale: she hasn’t slept or eaten in days, but she is unaware of any physical discomfort. If you tap her shoulder she jumps out of her skin, so immersed in his literary world was she.
Nope. Guess I don’t look like an author. Nor do I act like one. Hmmmm. Maybe I oughtta change my MO.