Sure, I'm lucky. I have a great television show based on my books. My books are selling well. My children are healthy. My husband's put up with me for (almost) 32 years. I have great friends. I know some amazing people.
But I'm not cool. I like bagpipe music. I like movie scores. I'm not even remotely interested in the Black-Eyed Peas or any of the other groups whose names I constantly scramble, to my kids' amusement.
I don't go to art-house movies, not that such an evening would be hard to come by where I live. The closest I've come was renting "Let the Right One In." (I did think it was great.) I get puzzled if the ending is ambiguous. I love a good "movie-movie," which is what my husband and I call a totally improbable film which nonetheless is a lot of fun. And I adore a good B or C flick. How many times have I watched when the giant shark snatches Samuel L. Jackson in "Deep Blue Sea"? And I love it every time.
I don't watch cool TV shows. Though I've seen "Breaking Bad," and I agree the scripting and acting is excellent, I have a hard time sitting still for it because it's so painful.
I don't know how to Twitter, and I'm not sure that I want to learn. My phone is so basic that it simply makes phone calls, and occasionally I hear it and answer it. I have a sneaking suspicion it would do more if I would read the manual and learn to punch the right buttons -- but I don't care enough.
I'm not even cool enough to have an informed understanding of foreign affairs and policies of my own government, and that's something I'm rightfully ashamed of (and I ought to be). But there just seem to be so many sides to every question. As soon as I figure out what the correct stance is, someone else gives me a great argument going in the other direction, and I'm left floundering.
There's a fine line between accepting your own limitations so you can quit struggling with your disappointment, and simply being complacent with your own ignorance. I see 60 approaching me like a freight train, and I wonder . . . when is it okay to give up?
Never? I was afraid you'd say that.