Don’t hate me because I’m busy.
I’m writing a lot of stuff for upcoming readings, and for money. Tomorrow night I’ll be on KPFT, on the Nuestra Palabra radio show, so check that out if you miss me.
Then next week is the big MFA show. A lot of people I know in real life have been emailing me, saying, “I’m so sorry – I swear to God on the Bible that I have a good excuse for missing your show…”
But it’s okay. Seriously, I never expect real-life friends to show up for my stuff, especially not on weeknights.
But, if you’re a Mexican woman that I know, and you find out later that I read a piece about you, don’t whine to me that you missed it. And don’t expect me to read it again for you. Because I won’t. You get one shot. That’s it.
If you’re not a Mexican woman, carry on as before.
I said all week that I would write this weekend, on Good Friday Night and then on Good Saturday. And, of course, I didn’t. But then, on Easter Sunday, as my boyfriend drove us both to Austin to pick up my kids from their dad’s house, I wrote like crazy. I wrote three pieces, longhand, in a pink plaid notebook. And I was glad, and I felt lucky to have a boyfriend who likes to drive. Or who doesn’t trust my fast, aggressive driving, and therefore chauffeurs me around for his own peace of mind. Whichever. The outcome’s the same. I got a lot of writing down, and I’m grateful.
