14 Sep Ugh. Part Two.
Still writing.
Still editing.
My hair is oily.
My face is breaking out.
I haven’t had a sensible meal in three weeks. Neither has Tog.
The dog’s peeing all over the house because he’s not getting enough exercise.
My TWA is linty.
I have 42 voicemails that I haven’t heard.
My cell phone is about to get disconnected.
My emails are overflowing. And unanswered.
I have 54 Facebook Friend Requests.
When I drop Tog off at daycare she asks, “who picking me up? Gramma? Dadddy?”
I read my edits in one hand while I’m rocking her to sleep at night with the other.
I have to go over the final manuscriipt of Frank Lucas’ Original Gangsta by the 17th.
And I shill for Yummy’s on a daily basis and provide weekly reports on our progress.
Until my world makes sense…
-A
Alisha
Posted at 15:58h, 14 SeptemberDoesn’t sound good, but it’ll all be worth it in the end!
slavismyname
Posted at 18:42h, 14 Septemberwow. hang in there, sounds like a purpose-driven life to me.
Thembi
Posted at 19:30h, 14 SeptemberThis how it goes. People who did anything great and say that the final stretch was easy are either habitual liars or just embarrassed that they ever had broken out skin/wackmeals/a full inbox.
This is your lot in life, and its a privilege.
Arlice Nichole
Posted at 20:47h, 14 September“I read my edits in one hand while I’m rocking her to sleep at night with the other” The story of my life!
But uh…if it’s what I think it is, wash the TWA! LOL
Can’t wait for this book.
Luvvie
Posted at 01:11h, 15 SeptemberThe ends will justify the means. Keep chugging, Aliya!
Retha
Posted at 23:25h, 15 Septemberhang in there love!
theprisonerswife
Posted at 19:47h, 17 Septemberwhoo whoo whoo
it will be all goo in the end!
Antonio
Posted at 07:08h, 21 Septemberthe classic HUSTLE.
keep hustlin.