I
Love Bravo TV. LOVE. It is on in my house probably three-four
nights a week. From “Top Chef” to
“Millionaire Matchmaker” to “Inside the Actors Studio” to “Tabatha Takes Over,”
I’m not kidding when I say I’m a Bravo Junkie.
But
of course, what keeps me coming back like an addict in need of a fix (or an
intervention) are the Real Housewives. I
watch every city – even the cities I abhor – because I can’t stand not to bear
witness to the train wreck that is the hallmark of the Housewives.
“The
Real Housewives of New York City,” has always had a special place in my heart
and after an interminable hiatus, the Girls of Gotham finally returned for Season
Six in March.
Of
course, right out of the gate, there was drama, this time revolving
around…writing. Yes, writing.
It’s
almost become a rite of passage; if you become a Real Housewife, you release a
book. A handful have been genuine
bestsellers while the majority of them have drifted off into the ether.
The
lone exception to leveraging Housewives fame into a book deal is NYC Housewife,
Carole Radziwill (she joined the show in 2011), whose 2005 memoir, “What
Remains,” details how she coped with the deaths of her husband, his cousin,
John F. Kennedy, Jr., and his wife within weeks of each other. The book became a “New York Times” bestseller
and earned her an appearance on “The Oprah Winfrey Show.” A trained journalist, Carole was an
Emmy-winning producer for ABC News for many years (news producers do a lot more
writing than people probably realize). She also writes for such publications as
“Town and Country” and “Glamour,” and just published her first novel, “The
Widow’s Guide to Sex and Dating.”
Why
am I giving you Carole’s resume? I’ll
get to that in a second.
Long
story short, Carole’s castmate, Aviva Drescher, got a contract to write a
memoir (the recently released, "Leggy Blonde") and apparently reached out to Carole for some writing/editing/publishing
advice. Carole later asked Aviva if she
used a ghostwriter (typically, celebrities/public figures with little to no
writing experience, are either assigned a ghostwriter by their publisher or, as
is more often the case, will employ one on their own. According to Carol, Aviva asked her to vet a
few.). Aviva’s response was she wrote
her book herself, calling the process “fun,” saying, "I just wrote … It
was kind of like e-mailing … It wasn't that big of a deal."
Aviva Drescher compares writing a book to writing a long email
Apparently
Aviva was miffed Carole would ask her if she used a ghostwriter and let
it be known that “word on the street” was that Carole used a ghostwriter for
her memoir (I have to admit, I kind of loved Carole’s response: "There's
no word. There's no street. It's dialogue from a cop show she saw.”). Carole
vehemently denies this assertion and Aviva further twists the knife by stating,
“It takes a village to write a book… nobody writes their own book.” Carole was incensed that Aviva was dismissive
of her background as a journalist and overall credibility as a writer, along
with comparing crafting a book to writing a long email.
I
write every word of my books, so needless to say, Aviva’s assertion that nobody
writes their own book made me wince more than a little.
But
I digress.
The
art—and sometimes science—of writing will forever be a glamorous enigma,
something that will perpetually be seen as being “not that hard.”
Carole Radziwill said ain't nobody got time for that.
Until
you have to do it.
Yes,
writing comes easily to me—always has—but it’s not always easy. It’s also definitely not “not a big deal.” There are days when the words unspool from my
brain like errant threads from a sweater and I can’t type them fast enough. There are other days when it’s like a five
car pileup on the expressway. There are
days when I can look at what I wrote the day before and wonder what crack I was
smoking. There are times when I think my
plot sucks, my characters are idiots and I couldn’t pace a turtle, much less a
book. I’ve structured everything wrong,
put in too much information, haven’t put in enough.
There are days when I just want to sit on the couch, watch Bravo all day long and imagine the book is writing itself while I’m availing myself of wine, popcorn and Housewives drama.
There are days when I just want to sit on the couch, watch Bravo all day long and imagine the book is writing itself while I’m availing myself of wine, popcorn and Housewives drama.
While
it’s true that it does take a team to produce
a book (editors, copyeditors, proofreaders, cover artists and in some cases,
co-writers, ghostwriters and collaborators), the act of writing itself is a tough,
lonely endeavor. You spend day after
day, hour after hour shackled to your computer, first bleeding on the page, and
then sopping up the carnage during the revision process. You go through self-doubt, frenzied
inspiration, moments of quiet contemplation as you try and structure the story
in your head before you attempt to put it on paper. This goes for books, articles,
screenplays—even songs. Meanwhile, the
laundry piles up like mounds of dirt at a cemetery, the refrigerator only has a
lone bottle of wine to keep it company and your razor grows rusty from misuse
while a forest sprouts on your legs.
Well,
that’s what it’s like around my house anyway.
As
of this blog, #Bookgate (as Bravo affectionately calls it), rages on between
Carole and Aviva with no apparent end in sight.
I, of course, will keep watching the drama...in between writing.
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