Some news deserves mention on the blog: in Germany, Fire, or Die Flammende, debuted on the Spiegel adult hardcover bestseller list. Shazam! Thanks so much to my German readers. I cannot wait to visit you in March.
Also, FYI to American and Canadian readers: Fire is just coming out in paperback (the release date is January 25). Shazam!
(I’ve been trying to incorporate the word “Shazam!” into my vocabulary more often. Am I overdoing it?)
I’m going through a stretch in which my dreams are directly related to exactly what I just did. The other day, I took a trapeze class, listened to the soundtrack of Les Miserables for the FIRST TIME EVER (how had I gone my whole life without doing this?), and had a dream that night that Derek Jeter (the shortstop for the New York Yankees) and I were setting off to rescue Jean Valjean (the hero of Les Miserables) together. I’m not sure what we were rescuing him from or if we succeeded; the dream seemed to be about the journey. Derek Jeter was running along on solid ground. I was beside him, flying through the air on a flying trapeze. I’m unclear about whether they were successive flying trapezes and I was swinging from one to the next or whether it was a single flying trapeze that was somehow traveling alongside him, keeping pace. Thank goodness, I was doing splits on the trapeze, not pullovers. Otherwise, it would’ve been an exhausting journey, and by the time we got to Jean Valjean, I would’ve had nothing left to rescue him with.
Because I’ve posted certain things recently on my blog, I feel it is my duty to make an announcement. Remember that at trapeze class, I’ve been trying to catch my pullover? (First attempt and second attempt.) Well, in my most recent class, there was a little less of this nonsense…
Can I point out how pointed my toes AREN’T in the picture below? It almost looks like I was trying to be ironic. Sadly, I was not.
So. Remember my New Year’s resolution to catch my pullover?
Now I have a new goal: to do the pullover way better; more on my own steam; and in a manner such that it’s not the ugliest thing anyone has ever witnessed. Yes, I dream a dream. :o)