A Day in the Life

The answer to "When are you going to write another memoir?"

Every time I ghostwrite a project, I make my clients take me through a typical day in their life. When possible, I shadow them because it's easier to document if I see it for myself. BTW, I will never not stop being impressed with celebrity real estate agent Josh Flagg after witnessing how hard he hustles. Watch him on MDLLA and he's like a serene duck on a calm pond, just floating and preening and being admired. But that is not the reality. He's pretty much a (very chic) machine. When I met Karyn for dinner after a day on the road, I told her, “No food, no drink, no bathroom—just selling.” I was exhausted.

Here’s the view from a $14M house his client was considering buying as a tear-down. We were not in Kansas, Dorothy.

My point is, what feels rote and usual for my clients is often exactly what makes them so interesting and dynamic.

In the spirit of this exercise, I've decided to take you through a day in my life.

5:17 a.m.

I woke up when my Ring doorbell motion alarm sounded. Nothing was amiss—instead it was Amazon dropping off my overnight shipment of Splenda and glycolic acid face wash, two items I knew I didn't want to start the day without, so I'd selected the free 4:00 a.m. to 8:00 a.m. delivery on purpose.

I always struggle when I buy a box of Splenda. I like the 100-counts, because that doesn't feel like too much of a commitment. I think 50-counts are the best especially given my limited kitchen storage, except then it feels like I have to buy them all the time, plus the cost per unit seems wasteful.

Once I bought a 1,000-count box at Costco and it made me anxious for years, wondering where I might be in my life 1,000 days later when the box was empty. (I never bought one that big again, FYI.) Feeling saucy, I went with a 400-count this time, having gone with unsweetened coffee the day previous and fearing running out again.