I finished the rewrite of my middle grade novel. Woo-hoo! It’s off to my Super Awesome Agent and out of my hands. Which means my hands are free to do whatever they please! Woo-hoo!
The first thing I did with my free hands was hug my husband for doing the dishes and kind of doing the laundry for the past two weeks. (Thank goodness my son likes his dark blue shorts so much.)
Then I picked up the phone and called my fellow Mermaids to tell them I was finished…that I needed to celebrate…that it was time for the Disco Mermaids to hit the town!!
And how did they respond?
Jay: Can’t. Gotta write.
Eve: Um, yeah, see, you know I love you, but see, um, you know how, like, I’m rewriting my novel too, and um, you know I love you, right? For reals…seriously…I can’t. Gotta write. Love you! You complete me! Have fun all by yourself!
So there I was. Just a single solitary Mermaid out on the town celebrating her accomplishments with no one by her side. Where was the love? The support? The lack of responsibility?
But I didn’t care. It was time to party.
I happily sat down in the coffee shop of a local bookstore and sipped a lovely extra-hot latte while reading the latest Cosmo from cover to cover. (Did you know they have discovered six new ways to please your partner that will blow their mind!? Me neither.)
After I took lots of notes, I put my Cosmo away and engaged in some serious retail therapy. And $64 later, I was healed.
Now I’m off to do the rest of the laundry and hug my husband again for dragging in all those bags from the car. It ain’t like Eve and Jay will do it…
(who really loves Eve and Jay and respects that they love writing more than a friendship that might’ve lasted a lifetime)