That’s what Dylan, the seven-year
old, asked me as she entered the house. “Are
we going somewhere?”
I glanced down at my attire and
wondered what she thought of my other clothes.
I wasn’t wearing a tie or even shoes, for that matter, but I was “dressed
up.” I always wear button down dress
shirts, so that wasn’t it. The only
difference in what I had on was that I was wearing slacks instead of
jeans. Even my dress socks were normal!
“No, we’re not going
anywhere. I have to finish a manuscript.”
She nodded. “Oh, well, you look nice.” And she ran off to her room to torture her
Barbies.
“Thanks,” I said after her
disappearing back. “I think.”
One of the statements I hear when
people find out I’m a writer is “Wow, you must love being able to work in your pajamas
all day. If it was me, I’d probably work
naked.” My head fills with images I don’t
need and I wonder if they’ve ever sat their bare ass in a leather chair for
hours on end. It’s not comfortable. It’s sweaty and sticky and stop trying to
figure out how I know that.
Yesterday I talked about my
routines on here as a writer and I left this one out in order to have something
to talk about today. One of my routines
has to do with how I dress. For twenty-five
years I worked in the food industry stuck wearing a uniform which came with a
hat and a name tag. It was to help give
employees a professional clean look as well as uniformity. It also helped push a company mindset upon
them. When we donned that costume - I
mean, uniform - we were company people there to work.
Since this is no longer a part
time gig, but my livelihood, I decided it was time to dress the part as
well. If I get it into my noggin that I’m
going to work, I might actually work and part of that routine is getting
dressed. Since I am not the type to go
to Wal-Mart in my pajamas nevertheless the office, my day starts with getting
dressed for work. Besides, I don’t wear pajamas,
but that’s a post for another time.
Even though I don’t go as far as
a tie, I try to avoid my weekend casual wear as that will put me into more of a
relaxed mode than I want. I dress as if
I’m going into an actual office and it helps me remain professional in my
writing regiment. It may only be wearing
slacks instead of jeans, but it works for me.
Of course, I still wear my black fedora whether it matches my outfit or
not, but hey, who will see me?
Writers sometimes need those
little quirks to help them keep doing what they are doing. Artists and musicians are often the same
way. This week I’ve shared some of
mine. What are some of yours?
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