When I found out back in early June that a writer for the Boston Globe wanted to do a profile of me / my new book, I was thrilled. And then when I found out it was going to be a front-page feature in the “G” section of the paper (the lifestyle section, although it always makes me think: G-spot) I was ecstatic. Such fabulous publicity!
But when it came out yesterday, my mood took a nosedive. It felt so irrelevant, so strange, so wrong. Excited and ecstatic were about the last words I’d use to describe how I felt. (It doesn’t help that there are some other issues related to this whole adventure that have been stressing me out over the past couple of days. More on those later, maybe.)
I did the interview with the writer — who was absolutely lovely — a little over a month ago. In fact, it was the day after we took Clio to the pediatrician for the first time, to investigate the several weeks of leg pain and strange, spiking fevers and vague belly aches she’d been having.
At that visit, they drew her blood to test for Lyme disease and rheum factor, and to get a complete blood count. It came back normal — just a slightly elevated white blood cell count, consistent with a virus, and borderline anemia. I was relieved (and felt slightly ridiculous) because I’d actually suspected leukemia.
That feels like another lifetime ago.
I did tell the writer about the new situation, only because she was going to include a mention of a reading I had coming up. I cancelled the reading, and wanted to let her know. The piece was already written by that point, and it would have required an entire rewrite to weave in the leukemia story. (And I wouldn’t have wanted her to anyway.)
So there it is. A big ole story about me and my family, in a major newspaper, which feels to me like a relic from an earlier era. It’s hard to feel anything but…empty…about it. As a Facebook friend said to me, “I just wish you could enjoy this more.”
(But I really am grateful to the writer, Karen Campbell. for making it happen. Thanks for such a lovely piece.)
On a lighter note: between 12 am and 9 am this morning, Clio ate:
- 1.5 personal pizzas
- 2 mozzarella sticks (string cheese)
- A giant bowl of yogurt
- Scrambled eggs
- A snack cup full of pretzels
- 3 snack cups full of potato chips (Cape Cod, of course)
- About 2 tablespoons of pesto, straight up.
I am very, very tired. And a little grossed out.