nonBlog: December 2007

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Happy New Something—December 31, 2007

I was just looking at my web site and realizing that this will be my only entry for December. That is sad, and not at all reflective of what December brought, or wrought. Olivia turned 13 and Ava turned 3. Helaine and I saw the publicity for Office Mate extend to People; Yahoo!; Time; CNN; O, The Oprah Magazine; and Salon; among others, as well as several radio and TV outlets. I published stories in O and Salon. Tom and I had dear friends over for Christmas Eve and Christmas night while hosting his parents, so we had the ideal mix of friends and family. December was blessings, blessings everywhere.
Yet I don’t feel so good. I don’t think Tom feels so good. We are hamsters on a treadmill. I am reminded of the movie The Devil Wears Prada, which I dearly love for Meryl Streep’s screen-chewing, in which Anne Hathaway’s Andie tells Nigel that the intensity of her job is messing with her relationship. He tells her to come back when her personal life is in shambles because it must be time for a promotion.
My profile has certainly gotten a promotion, but since the cause was a book it’s almost definitional that my bank account hasn’t. And all this running around for the sake of a raised profile absent the fattening of said bank account feels, in the end, like self-aggrandizement. Another thing that happened in December was that I canceled my SF book party, primarily because it just felt like more me me me and I was afraid the people in attendance would feel that way too. If there was something I knew for sure about that book party, it was that I wouldn’t get it right. Tomorrow I have to make resolutions for 2008, and I know that after this year of dreams coming true I have only one: to get it right.



New, or Practically New

  • Fame and Fortune: Currently working on, and shocked to find I’m making headway with, the latter. Partly because of a bit of movement on the former. Perhaps endurance is the key to everything after all.