Clinton and Obama
No, no, don’t worry. I am not about to break my self-imposed restriction on political posting. I got all my ranting done on the old incarnation of the blog, and I’m not looking to start that shit again.
Lo’s comment on my last post had me thinking, though. It’s both wonderful and a little sad that the first female candidate for president with a real shot at winning has to compete with the first black candidate with a real shot at winning. In any other year, just one of them would have been an amazing thing. This year, though, these two historic candidates have to fight it out for dominance, and cut each other up in the process.
I kind of feel the same way this year, with the book I have lovingly and painfully put together over the last several years coming out at more or less the same time as my wonderful wife whom I love gives me a baby. Both things are so incredible that if either one were happening without the other, it would surely be the greatest thing that ever happened. But alas…
Don’t get me wrong, I wouldn’t change a thing, but I kind of feel like the kid whose birthday is two days after Christmas. I am going to London in August to promote the release, and will probably stop by Paris to see my French publisher, too, and I would love to have my (French fluent) wife on my arm and take the time to wander Paris eating crepes and croissants and looking at priceless works of art. And don’t even get me started on London. I love that town, and we both have friends there.
But someone’s gotta stay with the baby. She’ll be three weeks old, give or take. I’ll feel bad enough leaving her myself, and I could never entrust a child that young to grandparents entirely. I’ll be in Europe, but I’ll keep looking west the whole time I’m there.
Obviously, the baby trumps the book in a big way, but I wish she didn’t have to, you know?
Ah, well. Look at me, kvetching about the wonderful things happening in my life. My next post will be a rant against sunshine and daisies.
Bah.
Go buy a lottery ticket. The way you’re going, you’ll probably win.
The Government is addicted to the amount of revenue that the lottery brings in. It’s a form of voluntary taxation.
Holy shit. I think I’ve attended one too many gambling addiction conferences. I have to stop that!!
The lottery is tax for people who are bad at math.
This year is certainly going to be a busy one. And it’s going to be filled with wonderful events – it’s just a little frustrating that they overlap the way they do so I can’t be with you on your first book-related trip. But somehow, I don’t think it will be the last, and just think what fun it’ll be to introduce Squirmy to crepes and fish ‘n’ chips and priceless works of art in the years to come!