Last night we tucked ourselves into bed early and put on “Julie & Julia”. I proceeded to seethe with blog envy. I know, it’s ridiculous. I’m perfectly aware that there’s no limit to the amount of success & good fortune in the world; the accomplishments of others in no way prohibit me from doing the work it will take to fulfill my dreams. So there was no reason for me to wish a pox on Julie Powell’s house during that answering machine scene when – not only is she basking in the warm love of wedded bliss – she’s getting served with about 37 invitations to write for money.
The movie got me fantasizing about my own my blog project, modeled after my newest object of admiration and inspiration: Ruth & Snoop.
Inner City legend provides a frustrated unemployed office worker with a new blueprint for life in Ruth & Snoop, the true stories of how Felicia “Snoop” Pearson’s memoir and rap sheet inspired fledgling writer Ruth to whip up 97 capers in 365 days.
Andy made me promise I won’t really attempt it. I don’t have what it takes anyway. Unless I broke it down into smaller tasks. I guess the first step would be learning to fight. I could take some self defense, boxing and karate lessons. Hmmm; there is a martial arts academy down the street.
Okay, I just checked it out. Not appealing; I don’t want to dis management over at AMMS or anything, but let’s just say the aesthetic of the website did nothing to pull me in. My vibes are saying end of the line. Besides, fighting like Felicia Pearson is not a skill that can be taught. It’s more special than that. I better get a new fantasy.
Seriously though, how did Julie Powell avoid getting fat that year of mastering French cooking? She got a writing deal and kept her figure?