Reality, My Friend

My house is a mess.  The laundry is piling up.  I was at my computer until midnight working and back at my desk at 6:45 a.m. before waking boys up at 7.  My oldest son was driven to school at 8, he in dark despair, me in chirpy uncertain pep-him-up mood even as I wonder and worry, is he going to be okay?

I park in garage, see garbage still waiting to be taken all the way out, see clothes that need to be donated to Goodwill, see boxes of marketing supplies and a dozen pairs of shoes blocking entrance to house.  It’s okay.  It’ll get cleaned up soon.

Dashing into house I head upstairs to shower and start getting ready for my morning appearance.  I have a 10 am signing at the Pacific Northwest Bookseller’s Assn’s Annual Show which is happily in Bellevue this year not Portland.   Must also mail books and press stuff enroute to convention center.  Need to buy dogfood, too.  But that can wait til later.

ODD MOM OUT is officially out one week from today with the Bellevue launch party and benefit for Hopelink’s Adult Literacy Program taking place a week from tonight at Barnes & Noble but some stores already have it out on their shelves and Amazon and B& have been shipping it since last weekend. 

I am definitely excited that the book is almost available everywhere.  I’m looking forward to hearing what readers think.  It’ll be great to get the book tour started, too, as it’s going to be quite a road trip.  But in the back of my head there’s this little voice yammering, “Who’ll take care of the kids?  Who’s going to take out the trash?   Where’s the dog food?  And what about all that laundry?”

Little voice, go to sleep. 

Either that, or give me some Paxil. 

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