I have this uncanny ability to build things up in my head so much that it is impossible to enjoy the tangibility of it. I promised myself I wouldn’t do that with the reading. Again, Friday October 30th at 7:00 p.m. I plan to host a ZOOM meeting where I will read my personal favorite portion of the book and then provided people have read it or are interested it will be a glorified Q&A about asking all the questions anyone might have if they read it. In my mind I so badly want to picture it like an old MTV Unplugged special. A very quiet fall evening where I will elegantly decorate my bedroom so it looks like I am Kurt Cobain surrounded by all these stargazer lilies…but let’s be honest. If I even get two people who show up, and the connection doesn’t lag or completely go out…it’ll be a dumpster fire and I will literally be perched on my bed with orange Christmas lights.
That’s the thing about expectations, they’re so fucking detrimental to just being in the moment. I just really want to feel in the moment with this book. I hope people attend; I am eagerly awaiting thirty copies of my book to arrive so I can finally start doing giveaways with them. Simply put, I’ll post something on Instagram or on this site on the blog, and if you share it you’ll go into a lottery and whoever I pick will get a free copy either mailed or hand delivered. Hell, I’ll even offer to sign it or give you a magnet if you so choose. I just want to spend an evening and hang out with people, have great conversations and if the book is largely the focus of those? GREAT! If not? It’ll just be nice to see people. Speaking of Nirvana though? My son picked out the Nirvana shirt I bought for him to wear to school today. When I arrived to pick him up he was singing in front of his classmates how this was his very special t-shirt. That hit me like a ton of bricks. Then before bed? (my wife is working late) he specifically requested to snuggle with the build a bear simba I bought for him when we brought his brother to the photo studio at JC Penny to have his first photos taken. This kid sang about his Nirvana t-shirt because its his very special shirt that dada bought for him, and he wanted to snuggle with the simba his dada gave to him. Maybe I don’t need the book reading to define me, maybe I’ve already had my great unplugged moment? It would still be cool to have a "See if you can spot this one," moment...
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