On Freaking Fire!

"Success isn't a result of spontaneous combustion. You must set yourself on fire."

 -- Arnold H. Glasow

So.

My Day

At 7:30 a.m. I drag the 5 year old to the kindergarten at the highest point in Manhattan and then drag the little one to his daycare at the bottom of the hill and I go half way back up a kind of hill and wait for the BX7 bus.  On the bus I try and get a seat, the solo kind in the front, and check my email on my iphone. 30 minutes later (around 8:30a.m.) I wind up at this cafe in Inwood which is like any awesome cafe in Brooklyn but closer to where I live. 

I go to the bathroom and put lipstick on.

I get a coffee, sometimes with a little cow.

Sometimes not.

I find a table either by the window or in the corner by the kitchen.

I take a picture of my coffee and tweet it.

I open up my Macintosh device collection of iphone, ipod touch, and the laptop that will not die.

I find a good station on Pandora- Lou Reed or David Bowie (they fit this book best so far).

I ass around for half an hour.

Then I meditate a bit.

Then I write.

AndthisbookispracticallywritingitselfbutnotreallyandIhopeit'sgoodIhopeit'sgoodIhopeit'sgood.

Three hours later I pack up, and take the bus home.

I make dinner at 3pm or so.

Pick up the kids at 4:30/5:00.

Home.

Bath.

Dinner.

Teeth.

Story.

Bed.

TV

Wine.

Book. 

Bed.

Voila!  This is my life!

And I love it but whoa. I left a LOT out (laundry, reading series curating, bathing, yoga, sleep, laundry laundry laundry, lunch with agent, readings, blogging, facebook, mom dad, Wild Kratts, Halloween costume planning, soccer, NCTE planning, John Green meeting nerves, haircut, hair dye, pedicure, finding the one umbrella that isn't broken that is in the way back of the closet and then it didn't even rain this morning, Big Bird doll for the baby or he won't take a nap at day care, gluten free cooking for fun and profit.  I could go on but I don't want to BORE you...)

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New look for blog soon.

xoxo

You, Moonface Tibensky, are no John Green

Moonface is my nickname for myself when my face, especially on tv or video is as illuminated, white, and round as the effing moon. I know I shouldn't be so hard on myself. I should be grateful that I even have a head, moony or otherwise, and that there are people that actually want to record whatever I have to say forever on digital film...

Being in Chicago was amazing and hilarious. I love it there and now I'm back in New York and totally homesick. While there I paid a visit to my hometown La Grange Public Library where I met the lovely and amazing Noel Zethmayr, head of young adult services. And then she interviewed me and I went on and on and on about And Then Things Fall Apart and reading and writing and etc.

And it is on YouTube and now, here...

Noel was cool to talk with and really interesting and funny and smart. I gave her some Sylvia Plath pins as a parting gift and she was so punk rock she put them on her shirt sleeve!

Hope you weren't bored to death watching the video. I'm a little in love with John Green and his vlog is really and truly entertaining. I'm working on it...