Good news for Harry Potter fans: the new book is out on July 16th. It’s amazing to me how much of an impact this announcement seems to have: booksellers rejoice, stock market rises. I mean, it’s a GREAT thing, but talk about pressure. I don’t see how J.K. Rowling handles it. When she first started, she was writing in a coffee shop, and nobody cared one way or another. Now, the entire world is waiting. I’m so neurotic that if it was me, I’d have to live on an island somewhere, away from all civilization, because clearly, she can’t go anywhere without someone asking her about the next book. Not even for a pack of gum. “Why aren’t you writing?” the clerk would demand. “Get back to work!” Goodness. I’d break in less than a day. I swear.
Meanwhile, life here goes on. Holiday preparation, Christmas cards, shopping lists. You can start to take it all so seriously, and then something happens to remind you to just get over yourself. Like, you fall down. As I did yesterday, while I was leaving a store with my husband. I was carrying this big box (bike rack, don’t ask) and it was pretty cumbersome, but I was handling it okay until I had to step up onto this curb. Got one foot up, was about to get the other, but then the toe of my shoe got stuck (damn you Steve Madden!) and I went down, the box hitting the ground first, me with a thump on top of it. You know when you fall, and sometimes it’s like it’s in slow motion? You think, I’m not falling, I’m fine, no, wait, maybe not, but…thump. If you’ve seen Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, that scene where Jim Carrey’s unloading the car with his sister and her husband, and she grabs this cooler that is clearly incredibly heavy and just tilts, slowly, sideways before collapsing….that’s pretty much what it was like.
My husband heard me hit the gravel, then turned back. His eyes got wide, and I knew, in that flash of a second, that he really, really wanted to laugh, but he was going to try his hardest not to. So then I started laughing, which meant he could, and then we were both just howling in the parking lot. So embarrassing and yet, at the same time, hysterical. I mean, if you can’t laugh at yourself—especially when you bust your ass in a public place—that’s a sad, sad thing. So I laughed. In fact, I laughed just now as I typed that, and I’m sure someone at the intersection in front of the store, sitting in traffic, probably laughed seeing me fall as well. See how I’m spreading joy? And I’m not even trying! It’s not a new book, but it’s got to count for something. Right?
have a good day everyone!