Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Hats for Sale

It's been one of "those" (two) weeks. Where I'm juggling hats frantically (mother, lawyer/mediator, writer, wife, friend). When the only hat I really want to don is a swim cap.

I've had a few mediation sessions and two mediations come to the drafting point (which now only means reviewing the 40-page agreements my partner writes -- as opposed to when I used to write them and my old partner did the reviewing, a smart change I made to my practice when I got my book deal, but which still requires several combined hours of my time); son One (15) has been preparing for PSAT's and needing rides places; son Two (12) has been juggling school/homework with travel baseball AND a new travel basketball team (and games and practices for both!); it's been the school physical/orthodontist/eye doctor/dentist (please, let's not count cavities) time of year; a dear friend's daughter desperately needed help on her college essays; and my revisions on my option book are taking way longer than I want (the book, despite lots of slicing away at dead weight is now about 20 pages longer and I am only half way through). And, of course, there are dishes and, ahem, laundry to do.

In the middle of that, something that should have been awesome happened: the rough final of my book cover for The Pull of Gravity came in. Except, instead of the moment I'd been waiting for, you know, the one where golden light streams down from the sky and book angels sing, I was underwhelmed both with the cover art and the tagline, and I spent the next week arguing (sweetly) via email with my editor and assistant editor about my concerns and frantically redrafting "suggestions." The cover has gone back for some tweaks. We shall see if there is golden light from the heavens still to come...

At any rate, with all of these hats flying, is it any wonder that all I really want to do is this?:

I know, I know. For a lot of you the answer may be, "um, yes?" But for me, that place, those moments, are bliss. Heaven on Earth. And some days even, salvation. A place where all the other hats drown (too harsh? er, melt away) and there's only me, the water, and sky.

And, the other "Pod" swimmers who completely understand what this means. And agree, wholeheartedly.

And with the temperatures dropping (a few days last week were barely above 45 with water temps a brisk 55 - 58) the Open Water Season is rapidly coming to a close. Honestly, I don't know what I'll do without it.

Meanwhile, another week is here. With it comes the juggling of hats. Luckily, if I have anything to say, one of those hats will be an ugly, magnificent swim cap.


  1. I understand those hats all too well and how they can take us from the things we'd really love to be doing. Speaking of, I need to get myself a swim cap too. :)

  2. we moms are immersed in fast-moving waters, and I daresay you're not the only one frantically swimming in place to try to keep up. (just go with the swim metaphor here). I find it fascinating that so many of us turn to primordial source to soothe ourselves, for you, and me--it's water, though I choose to photograph it, and you choose to dive right in. this is a beautiful post--thanks for sharing.

  3. Urgh! Good luck with the hat juggling! I totally get the escape to physical activity (though I'd dive onto a hiking trail) but a too busy brain needs a busy body to take some of the strain off so it can sort.

    Sorry about the cover thing--I bet that happens a lot, but at least you are a pro at negociation. Hopefully next round makes you happy.

  4. The cover issue is a toughie. We're all taught not to judge a book by its cover, but we do. We do. I guess you just have to trust that the powers that be know what works and what doesn't, but if it doesn't work for you, the author, it's hard to accept. It's not like letting a stylist pick out your clothes or hairstyle - the cover of a book is permanent. It's more like letting a stranger name your baby