September 14th, 2012
Reading tonight at Players Club, Ron Carlson, Brendan Constantine, and Nicelle Davis
Date: Sep 14th, 2012
Time: 7:00 pm
Location: The Players Club
Address:16 Gramercy Park
New York, NY 10003 (map)
What I have been doing in New York.
1. I drop galleys at the reviewers. I haul them around in my black bag. And I drop them off and I talk up our spring list. I make the idea of how cool our books are leap off the page like they’re little Olympic gymnasts.
2. I walk all over NY. No subways yet except for coming from the airport. I walked from 20th to 42nd and then to 55th. I took one cab ride. I walked from Chelsea to KGB Bar last night and then back. I walked to Cornelia Street Café and then back to Chelsea. I am walking a couple hours a day.
3. I have thought about shopping, but I haven’t done it yet.
4. Food— Day One–Gyro off the truck and then Westside Market—tuna salad and grapes. Day Two—Westside Market—chicken salad and blackberries.
5. Readings—KGB was full and so was Cornelia Street Café. Great readings.
6. Today we have the Players Club reading.
Walking around NY I feel busy and hot. I carry my heels in my bag and wear my comfortable shoes. I skip over puddles, run around cars. I move quickly. When I arrive at my destination, I whip into my shoes and jacket and flop around my hair a bit with my fingers like that’s going to help the situation. I’m not much of a hair dryer person, so I’m out the door with my wet head every morning. I just whup my head from side to side and pretend that’s a style. I slap on a little lipstick and that’s the whole show.
I like going into little stores in NY and looking at stuff I can’t possibly afford. Scarves that cost $50, blouses that cost $200, dresses that cost $500. I never go into the really expensive stores. I avoid Saks and Bloomingdales, I don’t like large department stores where I might get lost. It’s easy for NY to feel like too much. Too many beautiful women. Too many people. Too many expensive stores. Too many things I can’t afford.
If I lived here, I would get claustrophobia. Too much time in my tiny hotel eating dinner by myself. I would want to get out more. But I like visiting.
I’ve had little shake ups recently. Certain things shake me to my little Kate core. There can be some line that you cross and you say, I’m too tired. Too thick with everything going on. Big stuff wilding around in my head and sifting down until it feels like the little Kate Core which says, Kate’s going to be okay is blowing from side to side. The core of you is supposed to be like the pole at the middle of the merry-go-round. But when you get all shaken up, then the horses and donkeys and camels or whatever those little circus-y animals they have on merry-go-rounds are, those animals start flying off in all directions. The pole wobbles and falls down. Animals and eggs crash and burn. Humpty Dumpty broken. You get confused, you lose your grip. All the king’s horses and all the king’s men couldn’t put Humpty Dumpty back together again.