So much to tell you. . .
Above all, I miss you and our conversations. I thought it was time (well beyond time actually) to have a stream of consciousness catch-up with you. Instead of trying to construct convoluted transition sentences, I thought I would use the old tried-and-true journalism technique of subtitles to add order to unrelated subjects, including a mini rant.
It seems as if all I do these days is offer excuses for my absence. At the very least I owe you explanations, which perhaps as synonyms go are nothing more than excuses. Still, I think the former has more gravitas. (As My-Reason-For-Living-In-France likes to point out, I have a highly developed sense of rationalization.)
My explanation then: For more than a month now I’ve been working on the very, very last edits for my next book, the title of which will be, “Living Forever Chic” with a subtitle that we continue to polish. I now know the exact publication date because I proofread my page in Rizzoli’s fall catalog. I’m on page 16 and the book will be available on October 2, 2018. To say I’m excited would be an understatement.
I’m just beginning to line-up book signings for the end of the year, of which I hope there will be many. It would be wonderful if I could meet more of you in real time. If you have ideas, please share.
As of last week, Covey Club is up, up, up!
Covey Club (CC), created by the extraordinary writer and editor, Lesley Jane Seymour, is more than a new site or digital magazine, it’s everything we’ve been looking for, all in one beautiful, intelligent, “actionable” collection of articles, conversations, and, yes(!) real-time meetings with accomplished women who share their hopes, dreams, fears, concerns, and accomplishments.
CC examines and celebrates the next stages of our lives. As Lesley says: “Welcome to Covery Club where life-long learners meet, connect, and grow with other intelligent accomplished women.”
Please join me in joining and dash over to the CC Instagram page and follow.
I love the idea of joining a club at this stage of my life. And, for me, perhaps the most exciting news is that Lesley has named me Covey Club’s Paris correspondent. How exciting is that? It was a total surprise and a lovely cadeau.
Speaking of Instagram. . .
Here comes my mini rant: What is this annoying (exceedingly annoying, downright ridiculous) game many people are playing on Instagram? Someone will follow an Instagram and one can assume — I would think — that following means “I like what you’re doing.” But, no. In many cases it’s bait to be picked up by the person followed who is then supposed to follow the follower to build their numbers. What’s that all about?
Recently I received a message offering me a deal to up my Instagram “impact” by paying for followers. Prices varied for the number I might wish to buy. Is this the latest scam out there to build followers so that those of us on social media can parlay numbers into arguments for making money? Of course it is.
Among my popular blogging and Instagram friends, not one would consider such a dishonest way to work. They are the real deal and that’s why we love and follow them.
In A Trance
Tomorrow I have my third hypnosis seance. During the last one I fell asleep. I can’t truly report quantifiable progress for the moment, but hope springs eternal.
Years ago, in my 20s, when I took Transcendental Meditation lessons I almost always fell asleep 10 or 15 minutes in. My teacher told me it was because I needed the sleep, but I always thought I was missing the point and not doing it right. I still remember my mantra, which wasn’t “om.”
Back To Work
Off to continue my chapter editing. It was wonderful being with you, virtually unfortunately. Again, thank you for your patience. When the book is closed — on my side — I’ll be back to regular posting. I can hardly wait. I’ve done lots of interesting interviews over the last year and I look forward to sharing little secrets with you.
You mean the world to me. Merci for always being there (here).