Due to an insane work schedule and a rapidly approaching deadline, I just don’t have the brainpower for an actual entry today. So I will, instead, do another in an occasional series (okay, this is only the second) of questions that are currently on my mind. Such as:
1. Why is it that when my babysitters are here and put my daughter down for a nap, she’ll sleep for two hours, but when it’s just ME with no help and a ton of work to do, I get twenty minutes or nothing? Why?????
2. Why can’t I be one of those authors to whom writing comes easy, who sit down, do the work, then get up on go on with their lives without agonizing or second guessing? Do such people really exist? Many of my writer friends say no. Maybe they are just like Bigfoot or the Loch Ness monster, legends but nothing more. Hmmm.
3. Why is it that fried foods are so addictive? All it takes is having some french fries, onion rings or, dear God, a shrimpburger or three, and suddenly I want them every single day, with every single meal. Even breakfast. Oh, that’s just plain sad.
4. Why can’t The Big City, as featured on Oswald on Nick Jr., be a real place? I wouldn’t want to live there, necessarily. But it’s just so peaceful and bright and colorful and everyone is so kind and caring. Maybe I could just visit for a little while. Until I needed a shrimpburger, at least.
5. Why can’t I live at the beach AND in Chapel Hill at the same time? Isn’t there some physicist, bored, who could work on this problem for me? (On a related note, to the person who has been so patient, asking about whether Colby from Keeping the Moon and Along for the Ride is based on a real place, the answer is….sort of. I definitely based it on Emerald Isle, on NC’s Crystal Coast, my favorite North Carolina beach, although there are lots of differences, as well. Sorry it took so long to answer!)
6. What do I need to do to get Jhumpa Lahiri to write another book of short stories right away? I don’t think I can wait very long for the next one. She’s just THAT amazing. Whoa. I finished Unaccustomed Earth a couple of weeks ago and still can’t get it out of my head.
7. How many times do you think I need to listen to the Glee cover of “What It Feels Like For a Girl,” before it stops getting me all choked up? So far I am at twenty-plus and counting.
8. Why do we keep buying plastic toys for my daughter when I am already drowning in clutter and stepping on random fake vegetables every time I take more than two steps? Are we gluttons for punishment, or just stupid? Both?
9. What would I do without my publicist, Allison? Not only does she take such good care of me when it comes to press and events and publicity, but she also knows JUST what to say when I need to hear it, as evidenced by something she Tweeted me today. Thank you, Allison. You ROCK.
10. When will I ever learn to stop worrying about what’s ahead, or what could/would/should happen, and just be here, in this nice moment, where my kid is pulling on my pantleg and my husband is cleaning spinach from our garden and all is really okay with the world? I think I need to start, like, right now. Now. Now.