As you all know, this is a serious literary website (to those of you who get it) and I would never do what I am about to do without grave reason. This goes beyond nudity, because I’m never sure I want you to know me. Those of you who have viewed the Insomnia: Doctors and Drug Dealers work-in-progress reading will perhaps comprehend what it means to me to have made it to forty years of age sans suicide.
Me still here. And so; I share these photographs of my 40th birthday party with you for the reasons above.
Question: Why are any of us still here? Send your answers in.
The cake was a beautiful surprise; a replica of a vintage Smith Corona typewriter I have recently bought out of pure indulgent nostalgia for the days when writers went click click clack clackety clack. It had rice paper scattered around it with sections from Blackout written upon said rice paper. Thus rendering me able to eat my own words.
I ate most of the cake myself, during the ensuing nights of sleeplessness and desire. More chocolate has been poured into my veins in the past three weeks than codeine.
The result of this chocolate binge? My hair turned brunette.
My question to you, readers: how can I be The Naked Blonde Writer, if I am now a brunette? Suggestions accepted, but never expected.
Your still the Naked Blonde Writer, and as for forty fucking years, plenty more ahead perhaps. I mean, we’re all sick of all this birthday shit by the time we’re 10. No worries, you’ll have a bright writing future ahead of ya.
I think hair often darkens with age, heh.
Hmmm –
1. I’m still here because I love my life.
2. Naked Blonde Writer now brunette? – Careful you might get people thinking “blonde” is a state of mind not a physical appearance
Stumbled across you via twitter looking for naked writers – why? – if I’m honest a shameless attempt to find people who might help promote our venture but this blog caught my attention so I will return to linger longer. Looking forward to getting to know your virtual self. In the meantime – on with the self promotion!
Steve
40 is just a number and nothing else, and as far as hair colour goes, just be blonde on the inside
Happy (belated) birthday Tracy. I’m glad you’ve made it through forty fucking years, and not only because that means I still get to look forward to Insomnia being published. The world’s a better place for having you in it and you’ll always be the Naked Blonde Writer to me, regardless of hair colour – I’ve got the DVD to prove it!
(BTW, love the black dress!)
Keith
Dear Tracy,
you’ll be the naked blonde writer for as long as you wish to be. Passports have not recorded hair colour information since something like 1967 as it’s so subject to change.
Regards,
Nick
Forty! cool, now the best begins. Have a great future.
How is it all going by the way? I haven’t checked on your site for a while.
Jim