I do this thing whenever I'm bored, like when I'm driving, trying to fall asleep, I used to do it while modeling as I was forced to sit still for hours.
It's like a dialogue about me, I think I've mentioned it before.
Sometimes, back when I wanted to be a teacher, it was me introducing myself to my new class.
After listing off all the languages I speak (oops, killed that one too.), and all the places I've been (so far I can really only list off HK and Bejing) the not-easily-impressed freshman would ask: "are you related to the Becky Froelich (now they'd be saying Pitcher) the author?"
Now of course, that is also me. The conversation would follow in a similar manner.
Now when I do this little thing, I pretend that I'm being introduced at my five-year high school reunion, since (due to the fact that imagined future-Becky is such a big deal) everyone wants to hear about her accomplishments.
The announcer, who I imagine to be one of those annoying girls that I disliked in high school, says something like this:
"Becky went to BYU where she married Travis Pitcher, and then they moved to New York where she finished school at Columbia, while he went to grad school at NYU. She published her first book when she was twenty and has another coming out in the fall. She works now as a comedic writer while her husband works for [some prestigious documentary thing like "This American Life"].
Everyone will clap, and Travis and I will stand up so everyone can see how good-looking and well-dressed we are.
Even though I'm always really busy, and should be thinking about things, I find myself playing this game more and more.
Like while addressing envelopes to send you announcements. Or sitting at work from 1-6.
Or driving to school through heavy traffic at 7:45 this morning.
(p.s. email me your address if you want an announcement)
(p.p.s. I was at work today before 8, and I'll be at work again tonight until 5, followed by a class from 5-7, followed by, if I'm lucky, not death, but dinner.)
2 comments:
Some thoughts you can keep to yourself and not share with the whole world. I hope you become a famous author, but I don't see it happening this year, maybe I'm wrong. You've been to tons of places that lots of people haven't been to. Macau is one or how about New Mexico, Virginia, West Virginia, Kentucky, Arizona, New York(oh wait that was Mary), Wisconsin, Illinois, Michigan, etc, probably more then half of the 50 states. That is cool too!
Becky, we all dream such big dreams at your age, about being famous and loved by all. Most of us don't put in the effort that it takes, or don't get the breaks, or have the connections. When I was your age I never imagined that my big thrill would be getting published in a quilting magazine. Ha! But now I can admit that even that takes low priority over my family. Dreams change, and your family will always be there as you change too. You are blessed!
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