Yesterday I was in Austin, Texas filming little clips about my novel IMMORTAL for youtube and internet TV. It was good fun; I can declaim at length about this book. The bio clip was harder. Talking about myself seems so much less interesting. I don’t know why it should be when that is, essentially, what I do in this blog. Do I prefer my opinions to my self? The inconsistencies of my own narcissism?
Mother’s day sentiments must still linger in my house, like the happy scent of sunlit oranges in a bowl. My middle daughter left a sign for me on the door: “I love you!! I will see you when I get home.” So good!