A big weekend for UNC sports: the Carolina women win the ACC championship, and the men’s team beats Dook. Go Heels!
(I considered turning this entire entry into a rant about the men’s game, and specifically the blatant foul (in my opinion) on Tyler Hansborough at the end. I could go on and on and on, I swear. But since I have a feeling that the majority of people reading this don’t follow UNC basketball, and thereby would have no idea what I was talking about, I’m going to just be mature and let it go. Bygones, and all that. Let the March Madness begin!)
Speaking of March Madness, you know what that means: brackets. For those of you who, yes, have no idea what I’m talking about (and clearly have never been privy to an office pool), the NCAA tournament begins with 64 teams, which will be selected, I believe, next Sunday. With a bracket, you fill in the beginning 64 and their initial matchups, then pick the winners of those games, which leads to the next round, and you pick the winners there, over and over again until the final game. The idea is to pick the most winners correctly: usually with an office pool, you get points for how many you get, or something like that. (For an example of a finished bracket, you can go here.)
Now, I haven’t been part of a pool in years (one of the drawbacks of being self employed, I guess) but when I worked at the restaurant, I was OBSESSED with my bracket. I’d scour the newspapers, online, finding out information about every team I didn’t know much about so as to be as informed as possible. Still, more than once, at the Burrito, the all-out winner was my friend Ashley, who chose her teams purely on a whim, knowing nothing about any of them. Such is the joy of March Madness. It’s a total crapshoot, kind of like life itself. You can have all the sure things in the world, do your research, and yet still be completely surprised by the outcome. Which, depending on your temperament, in both basketball and life, will make you either crazy or more able to go with the flow. Right now, I’m not sure which I am. I guess I’ll know by April, though.
Speaking of the unknown, I’ve had a few people asking lately when I’m going to have another book out. Well….I can’t say exactly. (Hence, the unknown part of it.) But I WILL tell you that I am working away, very hard—my own version of March Madness, really—and that my goal remains to have something in stores about this time next year. I know, I know, it’s a ways away. What can I say, I’m slow. But I’ve been on an every two year publishing schedule for the last few books (2002, 2004, 2006) and it works for me. One year on, crazy with promotion and traveling, one year off, spent writing constantly. Now that I think about it, that’s not really a year off. Maybe that explains why I’m so tired. Hmmm.