My weekends are normally pretty domestic. If I can manage to stay in my pajamas the whole weekend, I count it a victory. Some of that is due to the agoraphobia, some of it is just introversion and lack of desire to be among people.
Today, I am venturing off toward Fisherman’s Wharf in San Francisco, the kind of place I am usually happy to avoid. I’m actually feeling pretty good about it today.
I will also be doing something else that often makes me uncomfortable: meeting someone new. She is another author who my publisher works with, and while I am just getting started on reading one of her books, she’s in town today so I am off to introduce myself.
Speaking of which, I should probably get myself moving.