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I am trying to write something pertinent to THE HARLEQUIN for each day until the fifth of June when it’s released into the stores. But, frankly, all I can think about is getting on the plane tomorrow.
Therapist wisdom is that if I would fly more frequently the phobia would lessen. So, I just need to come up with some place and reason to fly about once a month. If this logic is sound then by the end of July I should be fine. Why? Because I will have done about six to eight flights under my belt by then.
The trouble with this reasoning is that I remember the last time I did one of the really long tours. One of the like 26 cities in 28 days tour that the last plane to the last event was the hardest one to get on. By that time I had taken twenty-five flights in nearly the same amount of days, yet, Jon almost didn’t get me on that last flight. I almost just said, screw it, can’t do it.
I did it, of course, but that was the flight that I came closest to a full blown panic attack.
I’m not sure the therapist logic works for me. I mean, how often would I have to fly for this phobia to lessen?
I love my books. I love that people love them enough to want me to fly all over the country to promote the newest one. I love that you guys want to stand in line and get me to sign them. I love that you guys love the question and answer session that kicks off the signings. I just wish I could blink my eyes, or do some sort of magic or psychic ability and simply teleport to each location. Wouldn’t that be lovely?