I started this post at 6:30 this morning. Had I finished it then, it would have looked entirely different from how it will look now that I'm re-starting at 10:07 p.m. But it's been a long day and I literally haven't been near a computer since I popped this one closed to the sound of thumping footsteps on my stairs this morning.
So this post now? Probably one long digression after another.
I'm ok with that. Any post on a Saturday night isn't likely to generate many hits to my blog. That's cool. I don't really write to get more hits, nor tweet to get more followers. I just...write. And if you like me, great, hi, stick around. If not, no worries. I don't mind.
But I digress.
Anyway, here are some updates from the week, in no particular order:
Update #1: After the sadness and anger of Tuesday (NC Amendment 1 passing with flying colors), I never came back and tried to encapsulate the happiness of Wednesday (President Obama coming out of the closet in support of gay marriage). It's probably because Andrew Sullivan, my all-time favorite conservative, said it all better than I ever could in his piece called Letting Go Of Fear. The vitriol all over the internet (Obama only said it because he was pressured by Biden....too little, too late...this doesn't translate into anything tangible) was so well-balanced, in my mind, by Andrew's poignancy, his presence, his grace...I didn't feel like I had anything helpful to add to the conversation. But please know...what he said, I believe.
Update #2: I did my first ever author interview this week! My friend Andrea writes for a site called Geekcentricity, and she thought it would be fun to do an interview together. I love what she wrote about me, and us, and I hope you love it, too.
Update #3: I'm chugging along with the sequel to Zombie Apocalypse, and am about 46,000 words in. I'd wager I have about 50,000 more to go, so I'm nearing the halfway point. I think. We'll see how it progresses. But it's progress - when I picked it back up in late April, I was only about 30,000 words in, and about 10,000 of that had to be rewritten almost entirely. So...progress.
Update #4: Today was Zoe's fourth birthday, and I am literally overwhelmed by the love and friendship shown to her today. We held a party for her at our local chapter of The Little Gym, and it was fabulous. The children played, the grown-ups sat and chatted (except my dad, who read a book on his phone), and I think everyone had a good time. But it's always funny, the night of Zoe's birthday. I know it's cliche, but it's near impossible not to sit here and remember this night, four years ago. I was in the hospital, recovering from a c-section. She was a tiny, wiggly, squirmy thing who already liked to yell. That first night was so scary, so intimidating. I had no idea what I was doing, trying to keep this little baby alive. But...success! Four years' worth, anyway. Charles and I are incredibly lucky, and Zoe's a pretty incredible girl. This morning, while listening to Nirvana and wearing a bright pink superhero cape, she played with an equally pink ferris wheel toy and a talking Captain America. She's...unique. And I love her.
Update #5: And finally, after the drama of a birthday, Charles and I collapsed on the couch and caught the tail-end of the final-final Harry Potter movie. It's hard, as a writer, not to feel puny when faced with the Potter world. I mean, I hadn't thought of Harry Potter in ages (ooh - a digression - that's a lie! I thought of Harry Potter yesterday when I saw a 7-year-old girl reading Deathly Hallows. Incredible! So young, reading such a heavy (in so many ways) book!) (Oh, man, I just did a parenthesis inside a parenthesis...that means it's time to wrap things up!!). But within minutes, I had a lump in my throat and I watched in transfixed silence while the final battle scenes rolled on. How can I ever expect write something that...engaging? But the good news is that I know writing's a skill like any other, and the more I do it, the more able I'll be to capture my own epic battle scenes in my own crazy worlds. So...maybe there's hope yet.
I'll end there. With hope. I think we can all, always, use a little more hope.