And, like the rest of the free world, I was starving when the movie ended. I wanted to run home and whip up some boeuf bourguignon and crack open a nice full-bodied red with Mr. KK.
As far as the movie goes, I really enjoyed it. It was light-hearted and fun, and made me laugh out loud a few times, too.
Meryl Streep, not surprisingly, was a wonderful Julia. Her pitch and one was so spot-on and contagious, that we all left the theater speaking "Julia-ese" – and not too quietly either!
But there was something else about the movie that really struck me. A sort of "hey, I can do that" sort of feeling, not too unlike the notion I had after reading Shelter Me.
Here was a girl who was sick of her job (check!), wanted to be a writer (check!) and did something about it (silence).
She just started writing. She created a blog, actually. Way back in 2002, before blogging was the new black. She didn't quit her job. She found the time to do what she wanted to do. And it wasn't easy. Or all fun and roses. But she stuck with it. And she did it.
Why the hell can't I do that? I think I probably can. I think I can write and still work long hours. But I can't have excuses anymore. I need to buckle down and dedicate myself.
In celebration of my epiphany, these excuses will no longer be accepted as to why I'm not writing my novel:
- I'm tired
- I worked late
- Ellen is on American Idol
- I'm in a food coma
- My computer is all the way downstairs
- I have to clean the house
- I have to walk Vito
- I found a new gray hair
- The vodka is calling my name
- I'm spying on my neighbors
- It's raining
- My magazines are begging to be read
- Dirty Dancing is on TV (again) (RIP, Patrick)
- I have to exercise (lie)
- My fingers are tired
- My brain is tired
- My brain isn't working
- Vito won't let me
- Vito ate my laptop
(Yes, I've said this before.)
((This time I MEAN it))