Usually when I wake on Sunday mornings I have dim sum palaces on my mind: piles of jade green vegetables sauteed with shards of garlic, barbecued duck and scallions rolled in delicate pancakes, caramelized pan fried pork dumplings, rich golden custard tarts called dan ta and cup after cup after cup of jasmine tea… and generations of family crowded at eight tops, chatting at a pitch of happiness not heard during the work week.
But this morning all I can think of is getting the hell out of Dodge. And by “Dodge” I mean this sprawling metropolis, which I love, I really love…but sometimes it can be overwhelming. I don’t think it’s the place so much, as what I’m involved in at the moment. All this self-promotion for the novel makes me feel a little, what’s the word? Inward. Not focused on friends and family. More project based, and as a result, as strange as it may seem, a little tongue tied, or tired of my own voice.
hang in there.
it’ll be worth it.
and we can’t WAIT to buy copies of your book as soon as it hits the shelves (not literally – perhaps it will Float to the shelves, yes, that sounds much nicer).
TEA is almost here.
glorious.
_tg xx
I wonder if I’ll have the same reaction when the novel comes out that I would when a movie ended? The precipitous adrenaline drop…and the imperative “time to get busy again” surge…or maybe middle-age has wiped all that out of me 😉 .
well, we booked a trip to Europe – just saying 😉
see you later!!
_tg xx
Ah, Europe is always a possible cure! But I see with my honey, after delivering this three year long project he is alreay in the midst of something new…or at least pushing forward to make it happen…
To each his own, me believes.