*Fun Fact: When I say things like this, I’m forcing you to assume that I will fail so you won’t be surprised or disappointed if I actually do. That’s a pretty common M.O. for me. Also note how I didn’t tell you that Bad Decisions may actually turn out to be a novella. The storyline seemed fairly short to me, but I can’t tell from this side of writing how many pages each chapter is going to require.
Update: It’s been brought to my attention that 60 days from July 22nd is not August 22nd, but September 22nd. So September 22, 2013 is the day I should either have a book ready to launch or have failed miserably. I’ll do my best to hold off that long, even though the concept of 2 months (not 1) continues to baffle me for some reason.
**But to be clear: In writing’s case, I think anything is possible if it’s done right and I will never, ever change my mind about that.
Hanging drywall is hard. So we stopped.*
Joshua called it:
Yesterday, we were walking over to the trailer court when a Macon County Sheriff’s car passed. The officer was holding some papers in his hand and driving toward our house. If you’ll remember, recently I’d been granted a second chance at reporting for jury duty. Last time I didn’t respond to the summons because I was giving birth, then in Columbia with Oak, then excising my gallbladder and sternly rebuking my pancreas. I had to appear in court and everything. This time around, I straight up forgot. When I pointed out the cop car to Joshua, he said, “You know you’re going to jail, right?”
I had a really great time at church today. The kind you always hope you’ll have, the kind that leaves you crying and feeling better and where they sing all your favorite songs. If admitting you have a problem is the first step, then here’s mine: I can’t handle everything on my own. The good news is, I’m done trying. For real, my pride isn’t worth it.
*Not true. Hanging drywall is so hard, but we stopped because the sheets were in the garage and it started raining again. Not that I was upset.*’
*’ If the footnotes look familiar, it’s because I stole them from a friend’s blog. Sorry, Mae.