Last night we had a surprise baby-sitter, which means it was date-night with my wife. We had a terrific dinner at Palermo’s in Ballard, did a little boring shopping, then walked around the neighborhood having an actual uninterrupted conversation.
It was nice, even if I was a little distracted. I’ll admit that I’m stressed about the release of Game of Cages and we talked about that quite a bit.
You know what? I am no damn fun at all. Other writers dance around and get giddy when their books come out. All that hard work finally coming to fruition, right? But all I do is fret.
I so very much need to get over this. I’d really like to be a person who was easy-going and optimistic, but damn, that just isn’t my response.
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 How I define “surprise”: We scheduled the date with her and then got so wrapped up in our lives that we forgot she was coming over.
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