So, dude, I was going to come on here and tell you about the hurricane, and how it pretty much passed us by, and how lucky we were, and about how excited I am about the fact that I am DONE with the rewrites of my Young Adult novel, and describe many other things that I am working on right now that I am excited about.
But I didn't, and I will tell you why. It's because of superstition. I know, some people talk all about themselves and their projects on their blogs, and I think that is totally great. I have a problem, though, because I feel like the minute I say something I jinx it (I'm sure my doctor would call this "lack of serotonin" instead of superstition), so let's just say the hurricane avoided us, we only lost power for two hours, and I'm done with my rewrite. I've been a little obsessed with "not saying too much about anything" lately because I had this super-weird experience where I was telling my friend Shannon who had a sports injury about how I used to get this stress-related back spasm all the time, and then I read this amazing book called Healing Back Pain and haven't had a back attack in ten years, and OH MY GOD THE NEXT DAY my back spazzed out and it hurt for two weeks. This made me start thinking that I must be some kind of reverse-sorcerer, so I'm sure you can imagine my not wanting to come on here and say "Oh, everything's FINE– the hurricane passed us, NO PROBLEM AT ALL," when I was fairly certain this would conjure another hurricane.
I know! It makes me sound SO CRAZY! But, that's why I have been avoiding the blog. Sorry– I just had to come out and say it, and now we can move on.
In other news (and having nothing to do with superstition even though it does contain the number 13), Monday was our 13th wedding anniversary, we had a great party over the weekend with some San Francisco friends, and honestly, I do not think I will jinx anything if I say that I have the most awesome husband ever, who puts up with all of my shenanigans and made up songs and Muppeting, and seems to even like these things.
See, I said I was moving on, but I'm not. I actually would be curious to know– do you ever get into a place where you kind of don't want to say too much about anything because you're afraid to jinx it, or is that just me? My back feels better by the way. It could have been a coincidence, but I don't think I believe in those. Oh, also– the Border's in my neighborhood is closing down, and last week I acquired what I think might be the saddest "Freqently Asked Questions" brochure in the history of time, which I will scan for your viewing pleasure tomorrow.
