1. Reason number 1,023 I need to learn to say NO more: I just spent about forty minutes answering online surveys for DirecTV, Apple, and other companies. Why, dear God, WHY do I not delete these things as soon as they land in my inbox? Do I really think that my specific opinion is of such value? Honestly, it’s like Assertiveness Training 101. This should be the stuff I don’t even THIINK about not doing. And yet, and yet. Sigh.
2. I’ve been getting a lot of questions about What Happened to Goodbye, my new book, which will be out in May. What it is about? you want to know. Give us details! Well, regular readers know that I am really, really terrible at summarizing my own books. It’s honestly embarrassing. So I will just relay to you the copy that my brilliant (and very succinct) editor wrote for the back flap:
Another town. Another school. Another Mclean. Ever since her parents’ bitter divorce, Mclean and her father have been fleeing their unhappy past. And Mclean’s become a pro at reinventing herself with each move. But in Lakeview, Mclean finds herself putting down roots and making friends—in part, thanks to Dave, the most real person Mclean’s ever met. Dave just may be falling in love with her, but can he see the person she really is? Does Mclean herself know?
*cue suspenseful music*
Okay, so that’s the basic idea. But there is more! Like basketball. And restaurants. And acronyms. Also, the return of a few faces and places I am hoping readers of my other books might recognize. (Which I think I have cleverly hidden, but of course you will probably find them in five seconds. Oh, well.) I’m so, so excited for everyone to read it. I can’t wait! For now, I have my husband, who is almost finished, sitting at the other end of the couch, and it drives me NUTS. What is he thinking? Does he like it? Should he be laughing right now and isn’t? Oh, I haven’t felt this insecure about him since I met him when I was fifteen. Hopefully I can relax before you all get your hands on it. We’ll see.
3. It’s funny the things that do come up at this time in the editing process, though. Like this week, I’ve found myself frantically fixing some tiny mistakes I made with basketball terminology. Would the bulk of the world know the difference between posting up and squaring up? Maybe not. But my husband does, and he pointed out I had some stuff wrong, so I went running off to Search and Replace and send crazy-sounding emails to my editor, who does not live and breathe basketball like I do. I think she thinks I am even nuttier than usual, and we’ve worked together a LONG time, so that is saying something. But seriously, if i had a basketball error and people in THIS town caught it? I’d never be able to show my face in public again. For serious. If you live in a college basketball hotbed, you know exactly what I mean.
4. I swore awhile back that I would stop talking about Friday Night Lights, as I know you are probably sick of hearing about it. But I can’t help myself: the final season is running right now on DirecTV and oh, my God is it good. How can a show have cast changes, new characters and so much else different and keep the same level of excellence? I am sure other TV shows wish they knew. I won’t spoil anything, but I do SO wish I knew someone else who was watching right now. Most of my friends don’t have DirecTV and so I am left to weep and squeal and talk back to the TV as the credits roll, gushing, instead of to an actual person. I don’t know what I will do when the last episode airs. Probably collapse on the floor and bawl like a baby. Which, actually, will probably be less embarrassing since I am by myself. *sniff*
5. Several of my close friends are heading to Charlotte this weekend to run the Thunder Road Marathon. I really wanted to go, as I love to be a cheering section. I make a mean poster and can work a clapper, let me tell you. I also have been the videographer for previous races, capturing the action with my Flip and then making dorky little videos with soundtracks from my iTunes library. (Nerd alert!) So of course I planned to go this time. But then, I started thinking about it, me and the three year old out in the cold for a few hours, the drive down, containing/entertaining her in the fancy boutique hotel where everyone is staying. In a perfect world (and I really feel like I should have to pay into a swear jar kind of thing every time I say that, as it DOES NOT EXIST) we would go anyway, and I’d be that mom with the cheerful, cheering kid, drinking hot chocolate as we watch everyone cross the finish line. In reality, though, I’d be dealing with potty training in a strange place, having to stay in when everyone else hits the hip bar in the boutique hotel, and keeping my kid quiet so everyone can sleep after the race. So I’m not going. Instead, I will stay here and attend the Chapel Hill Holiday parade, where it will also be cold, but full of other kids, and only lasts about an hour. I know there will be other races, other trips. Of course! This one’s just not for me. But I WILL be clacking my clacker here when the race begins at 7:45 or whatever. I just have to do it REALLY loud so they can hear it in Charlotte.
Have a good weekend, everyone!