I’ve done it now! Yup, I told my kids that if my book went under contract that I would pick them up from school, drive them to Massachusetts to go to the Lego and the American Girl Store. Why did I do this? I have no idea. The stupidity of it astounds me.
Like I don’t have my own internal dialogue about my novel constantly chirping in my ear, I now have two children whipped into a frenzy about the thought of publication. I must admit, it’s fun having a cheering section that’s equivalent in spirit of the Glee cast, but the pressure is building.
There have been huge lists of ideas of things to buy constructed on random slips of paper. My son is walking around with Lego magazines like they part of his body. My daughter keeps talking about the American Girl Beauty Parlor! Oh crap!
For the first time in my entire life I’m having a problem with nerdy perfectionism. I’m stuck on every word, every scene, every….
Hold on, I can hear the children now. The rustle of the Lego catalogue is my inspiration. Itsy, Lainey, and Rainbow Cloud are looking for new clothes! Yeehaw!
Don’t Do This at Home!
PS- If you are one of the agents reading this post- I’m submitting today. Put me out of my misery! Please! Sorry, is it not cool to beg?