Overextended

I was working on my schedule for the next few months and I almost had a heart attack.

Next week: New York City for family thing
Weekend after: New York City for NYPL reception
Last week in March: Boston for the NEC Conference
Middle of April: WRW Retreat at Harper’s Ferry
Early May: SSG, the Paperback, releases
Mid-May: Tampa, Florida, to speak at TARA
Late May: Launch of Everything I Needed to Know… in Martha’s Vineyard
Mid June: Northern California for A Wedding Sailor Boy is In
Late June: Under the Rose releases
Mid July: Southern California for another Wedding that I am In
August: SSG3 due

Is it any wonder I’m skipping RWA Nationals this year?

In other news, I’m finding that Sailor Boy and I are experiencing a noticeable disconnect between the Netflix people that we are the Netflix people that we want to be, a phenomenon first noticed by one of my very best friends and former college roommate, but now popularized by articles on Slate and the like. The Netflix person that I want to be watches a lot of foreign films and dramas and independent artsy fartsy movies. The Netflix person that I am wants TV shows and comedies and lets these artsy flicks get to the top of her queue and then doesn’t watch them for like, weeks. Because I want to be the person that watches them, I don’t send them back, but in the meantime, I’m repeatedly watching Bridget Jones’s Diary or old episodes of The West Wing or Buffy. Right now, we have The Station Agent, Sex and Lucia, and The Bicycle Thief sitting in their little Netflix envelopes, mocking our plebian tastes while SB catches up on Heroes on NBC.com, and we try to understand the dialogue in Life on Mars. (We also have the last disc of Battlestar Galactica, Season One, but I’m putting it off as long as possible.)

Anyone else do this?