I didn’t think I’d have time to post a decent blog before I leave for Washington DC in the morning (Jeff and I are going to the Rally to Restore Sanity/Fear, hosted by Jon Stewart and Steven Colbert, in case you live under a rock). But after I posted on Facebook that I wasn’t going to post anything tonight, a hole appeared in my evening and I was able to sit down and jot down a few notes.
I have to admit that part of me is terrified. This promises to be a huge crowd, with guaranteed mayhem on the rapid transit system. The sheer size of the event has me feeling a little claustrophobic, agoraphobic, and even arachnophobic. I’ll be fine once I get there, but I have a sick need to scare the shit out of myself just thinking about the enormity of the event. I do this every time I travel—can’t help it—but I always get over it once I’m in motion (and after downing a fistful of xanax with a glass of merlot. KIDDING! I KID! It’s half a xanax and a glass of cabernet).
Also, I’ve begun working on a life-changing and enormous writing project and it’s sort of taken over my life. To have this Rally occur while I’m extremely occupied elsewhere causes me to have to shift gears in a way that is sort of hard, but, again I’m doing it.
God, I wish I could talk about this new project because I’m bursting with excitement about it! It’s premature to say anything because of legal confidentiality agreements—plus it’s just too early to talk because sometimes leaking news dissipates the buildup of creative steam. Rest assured, however, that you will be fascinated by the new book I’m co-authoring.
I guess what this weekend boils down to is a test of my ability to shift gears and be fully in the moment, wherever I am. I have to put my project aside for a few days and just stop thinking about it so I can give the monumental (no pun intended) trip to DC and Rally my full attention, as it deserves.
I’m going to stop writing now because I’m almost speechless with antici …