I write this blog in a most delinquent fashion, and most people who read and actually know me like to tell me this. Especially women who breastfed me. If the blog comes up, my mom loves to pointedly mention that she no longer reads. She says this like one might say, “I quit smoking,” when offered a light. Almost arrogantly.
According to her, the blog has too much Fluff (”I don’t even watch those videos or whatever they are…”) and not enough humorous stories about NYC. She also thinks I complain too much about children and uncharacteristically, have only sappy things to say about Cade.
Yesterday, my mom was in an accident and broke her tiny little leg - at 4′10″, my mom really is tiny. She has to be off her feet for at least five days, something she hasn’t done in about 24 years. This is probably inaccurate, because maybe she was always Wonderwoman. But I like to think my mom was occasionally lazy before she had kids. I need to relate to her somehow.
Maybe I’ll try to conjure something funny to write just for her. I always have ideas rolling around in my head. I don’t usually blog them until my brain starts feeling like a set of maracas and I have the time. Those two things don’t always coincide.
Until then, I want to reflect on writing:
1) On Wednesday, I was linked on Gawker.com. This came as a complete surprise. I got back from a book signing on Wednesday, and had numerous angry comments about how Boston is actually very cool, much cooler than NYC, and I have missed this because I am stupid. Neato!
I then found out I could thank Gawker for bringing some new haters my way. Thanks, Gawker! I’m grateful for the publicity and all, but I wish the site had linked something else I wrote, as the Boston entry was typed in ten minutes with little effort. And as always, I don’t think it was offensive at all. There are worse things to be than dull. Boston could be horrendously polluted, though with some of those comments, I now think there might be something in the water…
It is very rare that I get called a hillbilly by random people on the Internet and very rare that people chastise me for not being a better Texan ambassador in the Northeast, which I think is the lamest argument ever. I didn’t move to the Northeast to better relations between the North and South. I’m not Abe Lincoln or something. I moved to get more out of life, to teach and be taught, and because I’ve always loved NYC.
2) On Friday, I was sent the sample copy of my pages as they will appear in the book in which I will be published. I’m being asked to cut a few lines where I see fit, as page count is an issue. It’s really cool seeing my words in the book’s font and cut to fit book pages. The book is set to come out in September, and I will share more about that later.
3) There is no three. Not yet, anyway. I have at least three pieces of writing that I will try to get published starting in July. As the school year winds down and I finalize future employment, I just don’t feel like getting into it right now. I’ve promised myself I will snap out of that this summer.
