A good friend is a lovesome thing, God wot. (God what?- I never understood this one.)
At any rate, I asked my good friend and writer extraordinare, Joan Wolf, what I could put on my blog this week that was absolutely new, new, new.
And she came up with a doozie!
Here we go: What do you imagine your favorite writer is wearing when he/she is writing?
Wonderful. What fun! Actually, I’d been thinking about Fashion this week. It’s in my new work in progress. And I confess I’ve been watching “Full Frontal Fashion” on Cable this week, since it’s in NYC this week, the Bryant Park Spring Fashion Show … No, I watch because those brittle gorgeous skiiiiiny models clumping around the catwalk in their impossible shoes, rattling their hip bones and shaking their non-existant boobs, awe me. Chic! Terrifying. And not one garment I could/would wear. But it did get me musing about fashion. When a writer works at home there’s usually no one around to criticize but the dog or cat and they are too clever to comment.
But what do tfhe really high rolling writers we love wear as they pen stories about adventure, mystery, or soaring romance? Only underwear with holes in it? Ratty PJs? The latest thing in case the doorbell rings?
Now I can’t and won’t tell you what my writer friends wear when they create. I want to keep them as friends. And I’ve described my own writer’s gear in interviews. Nor will I name any other breathing writers and what I think they’re wearing. I wouldn’t dare.
One of my favorite movies, ROMANCING THE STONE, showed a rich and famous Romance writer bumbling around her apartment in a lumpy old bathrobe as she went to work.
I always imagined Barbara Cartland striding around her study, dictating to her secretaries while wearing a pink silk caftan with Maribou feathers drifting behind her as she paced. Maybe a pink silk scarf on chilly British morns? And I bet she wore comfy mules, with fluffy feathers. But that was because of her cover portraits, I think.
Dickens was fully dressed, I think, with collar buttoned and his shoes always on. I know he had a young mistress, but like my own Victorian grandfather, I can’t remotely imagine him nekkid, or even half-clad.
I think Dostoyevsky was dressed to the nose, because Russia is cold.
And every Private Eye Mystery writer to this day probably emulates Dashiell Hammett and Mickey Spillane in my imagination: they hunker over an old manual typewriter, wearing a night’s growth of beard, and yet they have on sharp pin-striped suits with wide lapels as they write and drink from a whiskey bottle far into the night.
Who knows what science fiction and fantasy writers wear? Something out of this world in any way?
I believe Jane Austin wore a pretty morning gown, and took care not to get ink on her fingers.
It pleases me to imagine that Emily Dickenson wrote while stark nekkid. She was a sequestered spinster, but she had such fire and emotion in her soul. Yes, naked as a jay bird, and smiling to herself as she penned her passionate poetry.
Now, what do you think your fav writers here or then wear/wore to work?
And if you write, what do you wear when you do?
The most illuminating or amusing or downright ridiculous answer will get the author any book from my backlist.