Do you know what I mean? Open the blinds, pull back the curtains, make the coffee, a little light dusting...All the things parlormaids in previous centuries were known paid to do.
I wish I had someone like that.
Maybe I'll write historical mysteries so I can pretend. That's what's grand about writing fiction, isn't it? The things we get to imagine. The romances. The cities. The wealth or the poverty. The heroism. The terror. The life.
Michele - Oh, absolutely! I love being able to create situations and places and people and imagine what would happen. It's certainly more fun than washing the dishes is ;-).
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ReplyDeleteI don't have anyone to open the house for me every morning, but my husband and daughter do. ; )
ReplyDeleteI wish I had someone to open my house and clean it, too! Ha!
ReplyDeleteWow... Talk about a "light bulb" moment. I never looked at writing fiction that way... but it could be the best form of pretending. Hmmmmm.
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