Don't worry. I'm not going to write a blog post on the subject of not making prize lists every time my book doesn't make a prize list. (Whew, that was a close one, says the good reader.) Nope. Today my nap told me to blog about all the really good things going on in this crammed old life. So here are some of the things I'm glad for right now.
* Killing two birds with one stone: Oldest son is supposed to read out loud for 15 minutes a day. Youngest son adores books featuring Star Wars characters which mother refuses, on principle, and for the sake of her sanity, to read. Ergo, oldest son reads Star Wars books out loud to youngest son.
* Freelance gigs arriving at exactly the right moment. Exciting freelance gigs -- even better.
* Surprise messages in my inbox from readers who have loved The Juliet Stories. Still working out the best response to these, since they tend to make me feel a) self-conscious, b) teary-eyed, and c) weirdly unqualified to reply. (Like: did I actually write the book this person is referring to?) Funny thing: when I say thanks for telling me you liked it, people often say, no, thank you for writing it, at which point I get stuck because saying you're welcome seems weird. Or maybe it doesn't? Let me try this out: "Thank you for writing a book." "You're welcome." Now I'm not sure. Maybe that's exactly all I should be saying. Though it's tempting, also, to add: That's awesome, now, please tell all your friends to go buy copies too!
* This message in my inbox from a friend: "I have to tell you, half an hour ago I saw a great picture unfolding as I drove by [your daughter's school] ... Up on the level ground, I saw a girl with long red hair dribbling a soccer ball through a large pack of boys."
* Festival season. Wow! Is it ever festival season! I'm reading at Word on the Street at Kitchener City Hall (inside) at 4:30 on Sunday afternoon. And then I'm up and flying to Winnipeg for the Thin Air Writers' Festival where I'm reading on the Mainstage with a crowd of other writers, starting at 7:30pm on Monday. On Tuesday at 2:30pm I'll be back, along with Cordelia Strube, for an on-stage chat with Charlene Diehl. Charlene is the director of Thin Air, and she just happens to have been one of my favourite professors way back when. I'm really really looking forward to this.
* Happy, improbable fantasies: such as, why not train to do an Ironman this year? A friend posted on my Facebook wall that she thought I could do it -- her husband just completed his second, and managed the feat despite training only over his lunch hour (!!). So now I'm thinking, yeah, I'll bet I could do it! Except I have no spare time for Ironman-level training just now. Maybe come winter??
* Texting. Seriously, I love the medium. Has anyone else noticed that there is something poetical about the form? Sometimes it's nothing but pure comic poetry.
* And, finally, a shout out of congratulations to everyone on the Writers' Trust short list, especially to Tamas Dobozy, whose kid was on my kid's soccer team a few years back, so we swapped stories on the sidelines about agents, editors, and trying to get published. I love the smallness of the CanLit world.
(Now, in traditional blog call-and-response style: want to tell me what you're glad for right now?)
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