It’s 7:34, I just opened my laptop, and all I can think is
“How in the [BLEEPPPPPPPPPPPP] am I going to finish another book?”
[As I hear my oldest child yell at my husband, “I AM NOT AN ALIEN!” from the other room.]
I can’t settle on a point of view, I keep falling asleep during my writing hours, and…
[As the recurring question, “Mommy, am I an alien?” continues to ring through the air.]
[As my youngest kid runs down the hallway, wet and naked.]
…because I’m nervous about introducing too many new characters into the next book because nothing is worse than not being able to keep up with all the characters in a book.
It will get done, it will.
I just need someone to bring me the Shroud of Turin, the Holy Chalice of the Last Supper, and the single thug tear that Jesus wept when Lazarus died to make this happen.
It feels impossible, it really does, but just saying that makes me want to listen to Jay Z’s verse on the Diamonds from Sierra Leone Remix.
As a matter of fact…
[Hearing Shirley Bassey’s voice in the background]
[Hearing Jay Z’s voice]
“The pressure’s on, but guess who ain’t gon’ crack? [laughs]
Pardon me I had to laugh at that
How could you falter when you’re the rock of Gibraltar
I had to get of the boat so I could walk on water
This ain’t no tall order, this is nothin to me
Difficult takes a day, impossible takes a week
I do this in my sleep…”
[Hands waiving in the air.]
Yes!!! Jigga man, yes!
[Opened my eyes to see my youngest trying to put a Veggie Straw down a floor vent.]
Yep, finishing this book will be nothing short of a miracle…when it happens.