I’ve already come clean about being a slight shopaholic – OK, a complete shopaholic – but, like most women, I’ve found a way to justify a spending splurge every now and then:
Clothes are the words we write on our bodies.
A writer’s lifestyle isn’t all about putting pen to page or fingertips to keyboard, after all. As creative beings, it is our nature – our duty, even – to allow our creativity to manifest in whatever and as many forms as it chooses.
I am a proponent of the “Look Good, Feel Good” philosophy; when you present yourself in a way that promotes confidence and pride, you not only exude that on the outside, but you get all the warm fuzzies on the inside, too. Despite the stereotype of writers as being holed up in dank basements slaving furiously over their next masterpiece (kudos to you for making this one work, Steven King), this doesn’t mean we are dressed to [UN]impress.
Don’t get me wrong, though: there is nothing better than curling up in your comfiest sweat pants, an old college hoodie, and getting down to literary business. All I’m saying is it’s nice to throw on a dress every once in a while.
On that note, I’m off to NYC this weekend to fill a suitcase full of pretty new “words.”