Secret Indentity Revealed
Where's my cape? It feels like I should be wearing a bright red cape today.
I have to reveal my secret identity this morning. Well, secret to the other moms at my kids schools. Actually, not secret, just never spoken about. Why? Because we only talk about carpools and what time the soccer practice starts and can I possibly come into school to help on Tuesday morning. Not a lot of opportunity to mention I write every day. Not a lot of interest either, I might add.
But yesterday I had to ask one of the other moms for a favor. I'm meeting my agent for the first time next week and I worried about being back on time to pick up my son from school. So I asked if she could take him home and she kindly said she would. She asked if anything was wrong.
How stupid of me. I didn't stop to think that when people around here say they have an important meeting in New York that usually means a doctor. Because when people in this area get sick, the first thing they do is to find an expert in New York to get a second opinion. So I felt I owed her an explanation since I was foolish enough not to realize what she might imply from my words.
I have no idea why the thought of telling her caused me a restless night of tossing and turning. Even though getting an agent was the kind of milestone I always thought of as the point I would tell people. But now that it has come to this moment, I still feel awkward and shy and downright uncomfortable about it. I don't really want to know what her reaction is. I don't want it to disappoint me in any way. (Heck, I have my mother in law for that). I don't want to think about everyone else knowing and then wondering,and worse yet asking, when I will be published.
I wanted to glow in the milestone moment in my own reverie for just a while longer. But I have to face that the time has just presented itself, like it or not. So I hope the cape fits. I think I'm going to need it.
I have to reveal my secret identity this morning. Well, secret to the other moms at my kids schools. Actually, not secret, just never spoken about. Why? Because we only talk about carpools and what time the soccer practice starts and can I possibly come into school to help on Tuesday morning. Not a lot of opportunity to mention I write every day. Not a lot of interest either, I might add.
But yesterday I had to ask one of the other moms for a favor. I'm meeting my agent for the first time next week and I worried about being back on time to pick up my son from school. So I asked if she could take him home and she kindly said she would. She asked if anything was wrong.
How stupid of me. I didn't stop to think that when people around here say they have an important meeting in New York that usually means a doctor. Because when people in this area get sick, the first thing they do is to find an expert in New York to get a second opinion. So I felt I owed her an explanation since I was foolish enough not to realize what she might imply from my words.
I have no idea why the thought of telling her caused me a restless night of tossing and turning. Even though getting an agent was the kind of milestone I always thought of as the point I would tell people. But now that it has come to this moment, I still feel awkward and shy and downright uncomfortable about it. I don't really want to know what her reaction is. I don't want it to disappoint me in any way. (Heck, I have my mother in law for that). I don't want to think about everyone else knowing and then wondering,and worse yet asking, when I will be published.
I wanted to glow in the milestone moment in my own reverie for just a while longer. But I have to face that the time has just presented itself, like it or not. So I hope the cape fits. I think I'm going to need it.