plans

My ol’ pal o’ mine Anthony works for Douglas Elliman Real Estate in NYC. Last night I spent many hours looking at amazing residences in Manhattan; it’s kind of fun to satisfy voyeuristic tendencies by looking at the myriad pictures of people’s apartments. I was also looking at all the floor plans, which is something I’ve loved to do since I was a kid. My parents used to think I’d become an architect because of my floor plan fetish. Then again, they also liked to think I’d become a priest. But my floor plan fetish is about fantasy; looking at plans and imagining living there. I’d turn that into a darkroom. That parlour would be great for interviews. That would be my bedroom. No, wait. THAT would be my room. That could be a great library. It’s all fuel for the writer’s imagination. Last night I was looking at lofts in Tribeca, duplex’s in Midtown and townhouses in the Upper West Side, and thinking about the Timothy James Beck characters. Before I knew it, five hours had gone by. Anyway, if you need to find a new apartment in New York City, be sure to get in touch with Anthony and tell him that Timothy sent you. If he says, “I’m sorry. Who?” Just say, “You know. The writer?” If he cocks his head to the side and still looks blank, say, “The lush that used to hang out with you.” That should jog his memory.

About timothyjlambert

Timothy J. Lambert is allegedly a writer.
This entry was posted in Uncategorized and tagged . Bookmark the permalink.

4 Responses to plans

  1. Anonymous says:

    I too share a passion to floor plans … and I was an architecture student for a short while back when. Anyway, two years ago we sold our house and moved to another one not too far away. Today I went to visit the McMansion they built on the ground of the old one (which nice as it was, and expensive as it was, still did not merit survival and was knocked down to make room for this new monstrosity). Over 10,000 sq. ft of living place (how much do you want to bet that a family with one baby will move in?). The living room and dining rooms were human size. The kitchen was HUGE with an adjacent family room with fireplace and another huge room, which they called the “nursery” which mean that this will be the play area for the kiddies while mom cooks. A mom who can afford this kind of house still cooks? The master bedroom SUITE consisted of a huge bedroom, a huge huge huge bathroom, another beautiful room, which the floor plan called a walk-in-closet, and a study with a fireplace and a balcony. The basement was, again, HUGE. There were assorted other rooms. My daughter looked at me and said, “YOU would never want to live here, would you?” Not in a million years. It was COLD. You can have 10 people living there and never see them. I moved to my current house, which is still fairly large, but has a lot of small rooms. Great places to read or watch TV cuddled up with the kids. It’s a home, not a HOUSE.
    K I got it out of my system lol.

    Michelle who forgot to send congrats on time for the short story (which was NOT available at my local B&N ugggh). Good luck, break a pencil or whatever it is you say to prolific writers such as you.

    PS: I scored 26% loser and 96% genius … but I still manage to find time to post in the blogs of the little people lol

Comments are closed.