Thanks for all of the comments and emails about yesterday’s interview – I really appreciate it. I’ve watched the interview a couple of times (okay, a bunch of times), and I’m torn between delight at seeing my name with ‘author’ as the by-line and an overwhelming sense of awkwardness. I’m still trying to wrap my head around the idea of holding a book with my work in it, and also that I gave a media interview for it…or that there’s still a book launch to do in a few more weeks. Crazy.
It sure felt good to finish that interview. That’s the publisher on the left, Brian Hades, and my friend Darla (and little Halle). And me with my giant ‘phew’ expression. Heh. Darla and I went out for breakfast after – bacon, eggs, toast, hash browns, juice, and gallons of coffee for me. It was a good way to finish out a stressful morning.
I think I’m still a little awkward about calling myself An Author in capital letters. But yesterday was kind of a taste of what it could be like, I guess, and I have to say that it tasted pretty darn good. It tasted a lot like a celebratory breakfast of bacon and eggs and toast and hash browns. I could get used to having more celebratory breakfasts in my life, too.
Meanwhile? I’m still working on revisions for my first full-length collection of short stories. I’m pacing myself for a March 31st deadline – timed for submission for the Hudson Prize. I have a tentative title – Lost Things – and when the revisions are done, I’ll figure out the order of the stories.
I’m cautiously optimistic about the collection. When I say that, I mean that there are times when I look at it and think ‘oh, hey! I like this!’ And then there are the times when I think ‘oh, man…what the heck am I thinking?’ I suspect that is pretty much the norm for most writers and their work, though. I hope it is, anyway!
After the collection is finished, I’ve got to get back to my term papers and reading. Both have been suffering – I’m still trapped in humanistic therapies in the psychotherapy class, and I’m falling a bit behind in my comparative Canadian literature class. I’ve been keeping up with the fiction reading, but the theory text reading? Not so much. I’ve got until the end of June for both, though. So it should still work out.
Reading wise, I’ve just finished Morley Callaghan’s Such Is My Beloved. Also read a play by Caterina Edwards, Homeground for the same class. And now I’m starting No New Land by M. G. Vassanji. All three are for the comparative lit class, and I’ve been enjoying them. You know those 52 books in 52 weeks reading challenges? I think I’m going to make it.
I’ve got some extra-curricular reading on the go, too. I’m about halfway through Misfits and Other Heroes by Suzanne Burns. Stacked up behind that are Migration Songs by Anna Quon, Transits: Stories from In-Between edited by Jaime Forsythe, and You and the Pirates by Jocelyne Allen.
The stack of books is probably not helping the homework situation. Or, I realize, the revision situation. Huh.
And so ends another week. It was a longish one, I’d say, but it ended well. I’ve got an overtime shift booked for next Saturday, so it’ll be a longer week coming up. I’ll try my best not to be grumbly about it.