Okay, so after a LONG time of wanting to go, I’m going to Canada to do readings this week. Toronto, specifically. I am SO excited. Here’s where I’ll be:
Wednesday, September 21st, 7pm: talk and signing at Indigo, Eaton Centre
Thursday, September 22nd, 7pm: talk and signing at North York Central Library
Then I am off to the National Book Festival in Washington, DC, where I will be doing a talk on Saturday, September 24th from 10:55-11:40 and then a signing from 12:30-1:30. Say it with me: WHEW! But I am excited, especially since today my kid threw a total tantrum in Wal-Mart (screaming, sweating, attracting stares and dirty looks) and all I could think was that a night in a hotel, alone, would be oh so peaceful. Which was immediately followed by a pang of homesickness, even though I haven’t even left yet. So it goes. Push and pull, back and forth. I just try, today and every day, to do as Owen Armstrong says: the best I can, under the circumstances. Sometimes that means crying in the parking lot of Wal-Mart in Hillsborough, NC out of exhaustion and frustration. And sometimes, that means going to Canada and DC and dressing up and meeting awesome readers. It’s all about the flow.
My husband reminded me of this the other day when he returned from a driving event he did in Virginia. We were on these curves on our road and he said, “The key to curves is straightening them out.” Which sounds like basic common sense, but…I don’t know. It just kind of hit me that I don’t straighten curves as much as hurl myself into them, then curse myself when I crash. Maybe this is just a long way of saying I need to slow down. Which…I will do after this work trip. I hope.
Have a good night, everyone!