My own character
I had a relative in law who called me a “personality” one time – and she did not mean it in a nice way, but that was then and this is now. I just found out this morning I’m a character in yet another book on New Orleans – strange to me who started off wanting to write fiction and create character – now I’ve moved to blogging my reality show 24/7 (aka Rachel’s World) and only show up as a character now and then books. This new book won’t be out until Fall, details to follow.
Meanwhile, doing the podcast last week historian Frank Perez asked if I would be interviewed for his book about Gay Life in New Orleans to be published later this year. Again, always a character, never an author. Boo hoo. I glanced through the photographs from the podcast and realized why that is – I seem to not be able to keep my mouth shut and maybe that makes it easier to write about me, than for me to write about anyone else – made up or not.
Constance Adler, the author of the soon to be published book, said it’s good to be a character, but when I told her I was last described as a newly divorced redhead, she said, but that’s great, it sounds like you have your engines revved and are ready to go. Good grief, precisely – I think the adjectives sound like some worn out old tart. But who am I to judge my own self?