As I noted in a previous post, I'm going to be on vacation for a couple of weeks. I'll be mailing in a few blog posts and tweets, but my web access (and time to use it) will be quite limited.
I've scheduled a set of posts to run throughout most of this time, with one of P.G. Wodehouse's delightful stories. In recognition of the nature of this blog, I've chosen "The Aunt and the Sluggard", dealing as it does with writing and the writing life.
Specifically, what if someone were to present you with the means to life out a life of ease and excitement, a long run of sybaritic bliss... and you hated it? What if they insisted that you live it anyway? Beneath the comedy, there is the question of the one controlling the purse-strings confusing their vision of the good life with someone else's vision.
As you read this story, I would like to note, for the record, that if I ever were to be able to live solely off of my writing, I would not go around in my pajamas all day.
At least not at first.