Eeek. I’m running out of time. In a couple of weeks my book will be in the stores. Cover flats and two copies, now covered in drool, arrived today.
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So I’m barely back from Dallas, with a huge amount of laundry to do–funny, since I didn’t take that many clothes. Books I brought back are scattered randomly through the house. The cat is figuring out who I am again. I’m figuring out who I am again. The National conference is one of the few places where a writer can be a writer; where you’re in the company of people who hear voices in their heads and understand if you say things like, “I really want to kill off the cousin in chapter ten” or “I think I have insufficient character arc.” So coming back into the real world, where there are mice in the kitchen and a three-figure electricity bill, no one except me apparently knows how to recycle plastic bags, and everyone’s medication has run out at the same time, is a real shock.
And meanwhile the countdown continues.
I am so excited about this book. I adored ‘Dedication’ and I am so sorry I didn’t get a chance to say that to you in person while I was in Dallas.
Back to reality and laundry and getting my manuscript out…..yet I still found time today to go the UBS and replenish my stock. It seems my dog was a little annoyed at me for disappearing for 5 days and so got into my UBS bag and had at it!! She is sooooo lucky I love her little Boxer face so much!
I can’t wait for The Rules of Gentility!!! Perhaps a load of laundry is just the ticket.
I knew from last year that the let down from, “I’m a writer!” to “I’m a paperwork princess (office schmuck)!”
is extreme. So Monday morning I bought myself a poppyseed muffin to ease the pain. It’s the little things…