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insert primal scream here… now I have to run away and finish about half a dozen interviews that are due before we leave. Not to mention getting the final itinerary from New York so we will finally know what media we are doing in what in what city. Also we will learn today what flights we are taking and what god-forsaken hour of the morning they leave, due to the cancellation of so many flights over the last few months, it’s harder to pick an hour you actually want to fly. And they are still telling you to get to the airport two hours ahead of time for domestic flights. My agent, Merrilee, said I could only do the tour diary if I could stay cheerful. I tried, I really tried, but with less than a week to go I am loosing this particular battle. If I wasn’t phobic about getting on an airplane, this would be so much easier. May I add that my fears have nothing to do with 9/11, or the current world political climate. My phobia predated all of that by years. I will not tell the story here and now, about how I became afraid to fly. With a plane a day looming ahead of us for most of the month, I am trying not to think of that partiucliar event. Let’s just say that once I enjoyed flying. I thought it was fun until the memorable day that I watched the plane I was in ceiling fast enough, and far enough to press the stewardess to the ceiling of the plane, as if she’d been glued there. It was in that moment that I stopped enjoying airplane rides. I love seeing all you guys at the signing. I really do, but damn where is that teleportation technology when you need it. Now, I really do have to run away and finish interviews, essays, and oh, yeah, my daughter’s spelling homework. Well, okay, maybe Jonathon will be doing that last part. Though’s he’s already scheduled to take the dogs into the groomer. We need those sharp little nails cut before they get petsitted. I will end this as I began . . . insert primal scream here. A two primal scream day, eek!!!