How the eff did that happen?
I know, I know, this is my YA blog, the one where I behave, and don't say the f word, and act all teen-author appropriate. But, really, sometimes you just have to let it all go.
I've been in a mood lately. A bit silly. A bit depressed. A bit manic. A bit adventurous. A bit lazy.
And, go ahead and sue me, a bit pantsless.
(Don't panic. I'm not really pantsless. That part is all in my head.)
There's just something funny about not wearing pants. Or at least pretending not to. Although, for the life of me, I'm not sure what it is.
Here. I'll show you. This is me last fall when I forgot my pants after a swim:
|Posterized for propriety's sake.|
I mean, even though I was at the beach (where it is a perfectly acceptable social norm to be without pants), and had a plain old, sporty, unsexy bathing suit on under my sweatshirt, it was still somehow funny (and scandalous) that I had no pants when I needed them.
So, yeah. With all the angst that's been going on with my (damned) manuscript STILL (endlessly) out on submission, a health scare with my kid (mostly resolved, phew!) and a few other minor dramas and traumas, is it any wonder I'm seeking some comic relief?
But here's the thing: Now that I've found it in pantslessness, I seem sort of stuck on the theme.
For instance, take my rather important Skype visit the other day with some (movie) guys in LA.* Here I am right before it, set on remaining (fake) pantsless:
Or, take the perfectly nice blogger lady who asked me if I was willing to write a sweet and sentimental author post and I answered by suggesting instead a pantsless Vlog. . .
. . . and then tweeted accordingly:
"Is it wrong that I'm actually contemplating whether a pantsless Vlog would help or hurt my reputation?"
Hurt, Gae, hurt, geesh!
And, yet . . .
I must admit, I'm hardpressed to believe the whole world won't share my endless amusement over faking that I'm not wearing pants.
If this is wrong, I don't want to be pants'ed up and right.
Anyway, there you have it. What I've been up to, with or without pants.
Now then, carry on. I'd better go shave my legs and lotion them.
* yes, yes, I just slipped that (movie) thing past you to see if you were paying attention. Eyes up here, people. Not on my naked legs. ;)