Gravid adj. Pregnant; now used chiefly of egg-laying animals, or metaphorically.
My first book, ART-WRITE from Luminare Press, launches on February 1st. All the pieces are in motion; the website, the FB page, the final finally final proofed copy, my new Twitter account, the launch event details and I probably left a few things off this list. Not to worry, I’ll remember the details at 3:30 AM and over-blend them with dream bits.
I remember when I was literally gravid with my first baby. I called that stage “10 months pregnant”. I’d wake at 3:30 AM and task myself with some seemingly urgent chore. “I have to organize the kitchen drawers before the baby comes!” And there I’d stand, leaning over my enormous belly and worrying about where to put what because after the baby comes, they’ll be no time to search for the crab forks!
Crab forks? I wonder what happened to those?
Another gravid connection: When I went into labor, I had the ringing insight that, at this moment in time, I was only expected to do ONE thing.
I expected myself to do only ONE thing. How rare!
On Feb 1, at the book launch party (Passionflower Design, 128 E Broadway, downtown Eugene OR, 5:30 -7:30 pm) wouldn’t it be great if I could do only one thing? Celebrate?