April 29th — Today was a banner day. My face and sex life was plastered all over my local newspaper. Of course, this is good news. Once you write a book, one’s goal should be to sell the book. And publicity about the book is a good thing. But it was still nerve wracking. What if the article is a bust? What if the picture makes me look, well, sturdy? What if no one…gasps…notices that an article was written about the book I just wrote? Well, obviously someone read the article because I received my first nasty email. I was equal parts horrified and intrigued. Someone was upset enough to send me an email telling me off. From what I could deduce it was an old fogey who was offended by the front-page placement of my article, the idea I would EVER talk about sex with my husband, how incredibly inappropriate the topic is and how she won’t spend a wooden nickel on such a book. I mean who ever uses the words “wooden nickel” anyway? She was P-O’ed.
Contrast this with the other old non-fogey person in my life, my 92-year old grandmother who, when shown the article today by my mom who was visiting her in the nursing home, called me right away.
“Charla? Charla! I have a famous granddaughter and a famous brother. If that don’t beat all! I’m proud of you, girl, and I will be till the day I die.” (NOTE: You might think that day is not far off, but I assure you it is far, far off. She’s wheeling over to Winston Salem tomorrow to bury her younger brother.)
“Thanks, Ma. That means a lot. How are you doing?”
“I’m doing good. I’m doing good. You know, we all can’t stay the same. Some of us have to get old.”
Well, never has a truth been better told. We can’t all stay the same and some of us, indeed, have to get old. So I would tell the meanie of my first rather nasty email that we can’t all stay the same, to quote my 92-year-old grandmother. Some of us have to mix it up, and sometimes that means doing the deed daily and writing a book about it. So lighten up. It’s a funny book.