I keep forgetting to mention that the Pound weblog has an xml feed now. No, I don’t really know what it is, either. And no, it’s not necessary for any of you to write me and explain what it is. All I know is that some of you out there require, er, feeding.
Gradually all the people I know are finding out about the book. It’s one thing to post an announcement here on the weblog; sharing the news with all the folks who either don’t know or are just vaguely aware that I have this site is another matter entirely. I mean I haven’t come up with a sufficiently pithy conversational answer for the inevitable question: so what’s the book about?
“Uh… body image?” I say. I try this answer on people to see if they nod. Today I saw my gyno and I believe this was a perfectly satisfactory explanation for her; she made that emphatic hmm! sound of profound understanding. I don’t think I need to tell her that it’s also sort of a personal story–since she’s been to my Cathedral and all that, she likely thinks that everything I tell her is of a personal nature anyway. Some people need further explanation: they might look confused or even a tad disappointed at my first answer, so I go on talking and usually I wind up blurting out the word “memoir.” When I say that, though, I worry that people are going to think I had a sexy and traumatic past filled with multiple personalities, strangled pets, and finding the courage to heal.
So then I say, “it’s sort of about my website,” and that’s when people smile politely and say well, they’ll be sure to just read the book when it comes out.