We have Alyssa B. Sheinmel stopping by today. I recently read her book The Lucky Kind; it’s about a boy coming to terms with a secret his parents have been keeping. We are excited to have Alyssa stopping by and letting us know what she is doing when she is not writing her fantastic books.
When I’m not writing, I’m reading. I’ve never understood people who complain that they can’t find anything to read. I can’t manage to run out of things to read. My mental to do list of books is always growing: I pile on new books and old books; books I’d always meant to read, and books I read years ago that I want to go back to. Given the choice between giving up writing and giving up reading, writing loses every time.
When I’m not writing, I’m cleaning. Seriously. I’m one of those people who can’t relax if things are messy. I walk around my apartment picking things up and replacing them just slightly to the left, or to the right, or someplace else entirely – whatever looks neater. I’m constantly straightening the frames that hang on my walls.
When I’m not writing, I’m doing yoga. Now, honestly, I don’t do yoga nearly as much as I would like to, or as much as I should. But I am one of those people who will corner you at a party and tell you how yoga has completely changed my life; one of those people who will get very, very defensive if you tell me that yoga is merely “restorative.” I will insist that it can also be a hardcore workout, and urge you to try it sometime.
When I’m not writing, I’m eating. I love trying new restaurants, and I even love to cook – but only sometimes. My love of cooking depends on what time of year it is. When the summer ends and it starts to get cold, when the holidays are coming, I suddenly can’t stop cooking. (Nothing much elaborate – sometimes cooking is only making scrambled eggs for dinner instead of ordering in from the local Chinese place. But I do get ambitious in the kitchen from time to time, too – rolling pie crust, making up to four stuffings on Thanksgiving, inventing a new pasta dish.) I even have an apron, folded up neatly in a drawer in my kitchen, though I almost never wear it.
When I’m not writing, I’m walking around Manhattan with my dog. This is one of my favorite things in the world to do. I also love taking him for drives, though truth be told, it’s almost always someone else doing the driving. (That way I get to hold my pup in my lap.)
When I’m not writing, I’m visiting California. I’ve lived in Manhattan since I was thirteen years old, and on the East Coast since I was six. But I was born out in California, and I still think of myself as a California girl. My favorite person in the whole world, my grandmother, now lives out in California with my dad, and she’s my favorite excuse to get on a plane.
But when I’m not writing, I’m never quite content. I always get a niggling, nagging feeling if I go too long without writing, a combination of guilt and forgetfulness, that feeling you get when you know there’s something you’re supposed to be doing that you put off, something you meant to do that you’ve forgotten. So, although I’m often not writing, I’m never far from it, either.
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