Sometimes I write letters to Ellen DeGeneres. No particular reason. Just because I can.
The other day I shared a picture of my desk, Rodrigo. One of the comments I received was semi disturbing. The commenter questioned whether or not I was a real writer because my desk was so clean.
The truth is, the above picture was taken a few minutes after my husband lugged Rodrigo up a flight of stairs. Rodrigo was my husband’s first attempt at building furniture. I’m no expert but I think he did a fantastic job. Alas, my friend/commenter wondered if I was a real writer because of how clean Rodrigo was. His comment left me feeling insecure and unsure of myself. So, I took a picture of Rodrigo and how he normally looks on an average day.
But when I was looking at the photo, I panicked. What if Rodrigo still isn’t cluttered enough for me to call myself a real writer? How much clutter and chaos is the right amount? So, I added a few more things.
What about now, Ellen? Is this enough clutter? Can I call myself a real writer now? If not, I can always add the Pack N Play and blender.
How long should I wait before I put the chicken back into the fridge?