The (Secret) Glamorous Life of a Romance Writer

As I sit at my desk…no, I mean, as I lounge on my pink velvet divan, I’m waiting for my agent to call. Any minute the phone shall ring like St. Patricks Cathedral bells chiming and he’ll have the news. The movie studio will want me to play the leading role as the heroine in the latest movie version of my last best selling novel and my chauffeur Myren, who is a consummate professional, a deferential chauffeur, will drive me to New York…

This is about when my cat, Kitty, (yes, that’s her name—when you sit around all day making up names for characters, maybe you want to take a break on the cat-naming) jumps up on the desk, licks my face and snaps me out of my day-dream.

(L) Stephanie Queen with Kitty (The crown actually belongs to Kitty. I swiped it for the photo.)

The secret to the (secret) glamorous life is to never, ever admit reality to intrude on your illusion for more than ten minutes at a time—say for instance, the amount of time you might need to run in the grocery store and buy some Pepto Bismol. Once you emerge from the store, with your head held high, the regal air in tact—and your purchase safely tucked in your Gucci/DB/Coach or other suitable bag (or facsimile thereof—I know of a good flea market) matching designer sunglasses in place, you stroll, and wave as needed, to your waiting car. (so what if there’s no driver waiting in said waiting car because Myren is off flirting with the lady in the deli department—in your minds eye, you get in the back seat, glance out the window for a quick final pose for the paparazzi and then tell the driver “Home, James”–or Myren or whoever).

Once home, you resume your position on the pink velvet Divan of your imagination and with your laptop in hand—or on lap—you take up the story where you left off. Now where was I…Morocco? Paris? Maybe standing in front of Tiffany’s on Fifth Ave waiting… and most importantly, wearing Tiffany diamond earrings with the large signature pendant and …who was I waiting for? (Darn that leg cramp–they don’t make divans the way they used to…)

 

What glamorous life do you dream about from your pink divan?

Stephanie Queen of the imaginary pink divan fame has actually written numerous novels including the Beachcomber Investigation romantic detective series novels. Check out her website if you don’t believe it at StephanieQueen.com.