My daughter got off a plane at 12:30 today and was expected at a birthday party at 4. She wasn't sure if she wanted to go. She was tired. She was making a mermaid portrait of our family, watching The Jungle Book. But at 3 p.m., she decided to go.
And at 3:15 p.m., she decided she wanted to attend as her favorite super hero, per the invitation.
Now we have a dress-up box filled with various princess costumes. (Elsa, Anna, Belle, Cinderella.) But, no, those are not super heroes. Our dress-up box also has a reversible cape -- Superman on one side, Batman on the other. She chose to be Batman. But a cape was not enough. So I scoured her room, turned up a black mask, yellow leggings, a black leotard and black boots. I then pulled out my seldom-used sewing basket and traced a Batman insignia onto a piece of white felt. I basted that to the front of her leotard and, voila, Batgirl! She ran around for two hours, trying to capture boys with Hula Hoops, having a wonderful time.
This is totally an allegory about book tours. Or maybe editing. Or both. Just don't ask me to explain the allegory. It's late and tomorrow I have to do an interview on WYPR's Midday and then drive to Richmond. I'll put my costume together at the last minute. I'll have a wonderful time.