Just.. wow. This day.
I got my beautiful little car back, perfectly tuned. It drives like it’s floating, but the kind of floating that sticks to curves. Hot! There has never been a human being happier to see a car than me, today. I hardly knew what to think, when it was not driving perfectly. As it turns out, my new shop (British Car Service) is stuffed with hilarious car nerds. I was admiring the statue of Paul Bunyan, across from their shop, and Bob said, “Oh, we like that one too, we were the ones who repainted it.” And then we had a great conversation about all of the stupendous local landmarks like the Paul Bunyan statue- the giant wine bottle at Boondocks, the giant boot at the old Tack Room, the epilepsy-inducing strobe-centered sign at the Lucky Wishbone. They are all excellent men and I would like to talk to them all for hours.
They have crazed cars for sale, cars that I have never even HEARD OF. (And I’ve paid attention.) Like this TVR, built in Blackpool, England, but with an American Ford muscle car engine. WTF? I read up on them in Hemmings Motor News, my uncle John’s favorite place to buy and sell cars.
In other news, the press had some kind of machine malfunction, and instead of getting my proofs today, now I won’t get them until Tuesday, in St. Louis. Time is so short before the Tucson shows start that I am now officially holding my breath over the loss of two work days for the press and bindery. But it’s out of my hands. All I can do is turn them around Wednesday, and pray for the advance copies to come through in time.
I saw Larry tonight, and said to him, “Help me.” I told him that my extreme good behavior of the past six months had released in a kind of a wave that had left me feeling like kicking something, or at a minimum punching winter in the face, and I told him, “I don’t want to feel this way, I’m a lover, not a fighter.” And he said, “someone told me you were a lover, a fighter, and a dreamer.”
And I had forgotten that I had described myself that way, on this very page. He said, “it’s OK to be a fighter, you just have to get back in balance with the lover and the dreamer.” And he turned my hand over, and put in needles that left me twitching, waves washing through my body, manually tuning me, making me think of my car, and my lover, and an hour later I was in sync again, feeling like punching nothing.
I opened pre-orders for (and committed to) Volume II of the book today, this was intense. I have mixed feelings about it, only in that I didn’t mean to do it so early, but it was clearly the right time. I want to be able to get everyone from Vol I aware of and interested in the continuation, and of course ask them to support it and participate as well. May as well take advantage of the moment when everyone is grooving on our pre-release, and getting excited about the paper book on the way.
I changed my thinking a little bit, and decided to send out the pre-order swag immediately (well, starting with the shipping of the Vol I books) and to predicate involvement in the work on a pre-order. It was my pleasure to deliver ideas to the world in general for the first book, but having done that, it’s time to say, if you want to play, and get advance photos and patterns, you need to pony up and be a part of things. Timing seems perfect for this, and response has been overwhelmingly good.