When I’m asked what I do…
And I answer that I’m a writer…
It’s like opening a can of wormy questions…
“Are you published.”
“Are your books in Borders? Barnes & Noble?”
“Have you made a lot of money?”
Yada, yada, yada.
Yada, yada, yada.
Yesterday…
In front of a small house…
I saw this sign: CLOWNS FOR HIRE.
Ever since Pennywise…
That creepy clown from Stephen King’s novel, IT…
I’ve been leery of clowns…
And sewer grates.
But I got to wondering about these clowns.
What do they look like?
How many are there?
Are they all jammed up in the tiny house…
Like clowns in a circus Volkswagen?
But even more curious to me…
Can one make a living as a clown?
Curious, I looked in the Yellow Pages.
DUDE!
There’re eight listings for clowns.
Tip-Top the clown…
Ginger Bell the clown…
Cookie the clown…
Daisy Blue the clown…
Yuk Yuk the clown…
Happy the clown…
Homer the clown…
And the Abracadabra Clowns featuring Calico.
Wow!
Obviously clowning is a profitable business.
And obviously more profitable than me writing novels so far.
But still…
When asked, "What do you do?"
I much rather say I'm a writer…
Rather than…
I'm a clown.
And since thinking about clowns…
I keep hearing Judy Collins singing, Send in the Clowns.
But, Judy!
Don't bother…
They’re already here.
They’re already here.
Always, Em-Musing
1 comment:
Funny post, Em.
You ARE a writer. Don't let the questions or comments of others take away from all your accomplishments to date.
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