It’s Thursday in Santa Monica. Vera is at school. Greg is at the coffee shop writing, and I’m home alone in the house with the cats. I just got back from getting a pedicure — a pregnancy indulgence I have a hard time denying myself. It’s gorgeous out — sunny, high 70s — and I just can’t stop reveling in it. Yesterday I took Vera to the beach and it was so hot that the icy, cold Pacific ocean actually felt refreshing on my feet when I walked into the surf a bit. I’m so incredibly grateful to be living in here in Southern California again. The only draw-back is trying to keep my mouth shut about how great it is so that I don’t drive everyone else crazy.
Yesterday at the beach
I can’t believe it’s already the first week of January. My book will be out in just three weeks and suddenly time is looping and streaming all around me. I’m trying really hard to make solid efforts to help with the publicity and attention for the book but it’s challenging and I’m often left feeling like there’s so much more I could be doing. There’s this scary feeling that a first book has one shot to make it and do well, and I’m not entirely sure that’s even true, but it kind of feels that way. On that note, here’s a great article on why pre-orders are so important to a book’s success. (Hint, hint.)
I had a phone meeting with my publicist this morning and so far, everything sounds great. We solidified tour dates, which is exciting. Los Angeles! San Diego! San Francisco! Chicago! Boston! New York! If you live in these cities I really hope to see you! It also sounds like there is potential for coverage in some really great publications — I’m not going to say which ones, just so I don’t jinx myself, but I promise you’ll be the first to hear of them if they come through. I’m also planning book release parties in New York and Los Angeles and sometimes I can’t help but stop and think about how insane it is that my wildest dream is actually happening.
Other than that, I’m trying to enjoy these days. The frazzled mornings, the slow afternoons, the sun and Vera’s little hands warm on my neck. I think I felt the baby kick a bit the other day and I’ve been waiting to feel it again, wondering if I was mistaken, but knowing that it’s coming soon either way. This time last pregnancy I was in the midst of an icy Chicago winter awaiting that terribly scary surgery and I can’t stop feeling grateful for how different things are this time around. I’m feeling more excited than ever about the baby, although I’m still pretty scared about taking on two kids. The woman who did my pedicure today said she hopes it’s a boy because it’s the year of the Dragon and that’s good for boys. What about dragon girls?
Anyway, one of my new year’s resolutions was to stay calm and graceful through the process of my book coming into being these next weeks. It will be challenging but I’ve got my jaw set (in a smile).