Happy New Year.
I’ve been sick since Christmas. Can’t seem to shake this but no matter that my doctor gave me antibiotics and a seriously strong cough medicine. This illness is slowing my roll and my creativity.
I’m in the waiting phase of querying. I wish I could reach out to the awesome agents who have DEAR DEAD DRUNK GIRL and say, “My birthday is coming up in a few weeks. You know what I’d love? For you to love my book and offer me a contract.”
But alas, that can’t happen.
So I’ll wait and continue to dream like this:
I swallowed a whole straw.
I pulled a cross between a pinch bug and a scorpion out of my eye. 3x. They were 6 inches long and mean.
My husband cheated on me and I had to sell my house to afford living on my own.
to counteract my neurosis I’ve started writing long hand. I have a few essays bouncing around and the next YA story percolating in my imagination.
Hope your new year is a good one.