I know there are days that I say I have nothing to write about it and then blah, blah, blah for the next 1,000 words.
But I don’t think today is going to be one of those days.
I’m out of words.
And here’s a large part of the reason why.
I’ve been writing my second book for the last six months. I KNOW. I haven’t even said a word about it.
But it’s true.
It’s tentatively going to be called The Antelope in the Living Room and will be a memoir of marriage. Specifically, my marriage. Because how weird would it be for me to write an entire book about someone else’s marriage?
Not to mention the potential to wind up as part of a lawsuit.
Anyway, my deadline to turn the book in is April 1st. As in this April 1st. As in OH MY WORD IT’S ALREADY MARCH AND WHAT IS HAPPENING?
Apparently I struggle with time management. Or perhaps I write books just like I worked on college term papers which is to say I find new ways to turn procrastination into a form of high art.
Whatever the case, I can’t promise I’ll be posting every day during March and I wanted to give you the heads up because it seems like the right thing to do. Otherwise you might begin to wonder if something is wrong and if I’m not mentioning it and the whole thing could truly become like an antelope in the living room.
And the truth is that sometimes it gets easier for me to write once I give myself permission not to write. Does that make sense anywhere besides my head?
Thanks for understanding, y’all.