Well, I’m back in the Big City for the 3rd time since February, albeit for a very, very brief stay. Arrived 5:30 pm this Saturday evening and depart with the dawn on Monday. But tomorrow: tomorrow I have a full-day of literary….ummm….literary stuff. Brunch with my agent & editor –how much do I love that sentence? — and then a pedicure (okay, not so literary, but it leads into the next item) followed by my 2 minute book-shpiel + shmoozy dinner with the Jewish Book Network.
But before I go into that: can I talk about the flight? I was utterly sans children. No need to entertain anyone during the customs line; no need to talk to anyone at all. All I had to do was sit still for 5 hours. I read a book. An entire book. And I slept. And I ate fine, because there was actually room in my solely carry-on luggage for my food. And…
Okay, I can tell, you’re bored. But as Jordan put it: traveling with or without one’s children might be one of the greatest discrepencies in the parent-game. And just this once, the without felt nearly luxurious.
Now–Vancouver. I had a reading last night at Diane’s Lingerie. Despite the fact that I showed up 10 minutes late due to a delayed bus at the ferry terminal(cut to image of me hustling down Granville, my rolling luggage banging along beside me), it went really well.
(I know, I know: I should have taken a cab. But perversely, the longer I sat on the bus waiting it to depart the ferry terminal the more committed I became to staying on it….)
There was a good mix of pregnant ladies & student midwives, for one. There were also women from a Lilith Magazine Salon, along with my personal publicity heroine, Rebecca Wigod of The Vancouver Sun. Wigod’s incredibly generous profile/review of me ran all over Canada, an act of good-will outdone only be a personal call I later received from her mother, who not only told me she loved my novel, but described exactly what I’d always hoped readers might love about it.
Meantime: it’s past midnight in NYC but I’m staying up to greet my parents, who went out to a Broadway Show this evening and got caught in Obama & Michelle-mania. Once again they’re outdoing me with their social life. But no matter–I have that brunch date tomorrow morning. With my editor & agent–or did I already mention that?