So you may remember I was attempting to write 30,000 words in 30 days.
And you may recall that about a week ago I was struggling with Chapter 7.
After a long week of staring at the computer screen, and a great weekend in Waco, I came back and settled down at Frothy Monkey yesterday, ready to turn out those last few pages.
And they didn’t come. For two hours, I sat. Frustrated, head in hands, I seriously did not know what to do. Until a friend walked up and, in our conversation, he gave me some great insight and a really wise plan of attack.
ASK OTHER PEOPLE HOW TO FINISH THE BOOK.
He’s a genuis. I’m an idiot.
So I sent an email to a bunch of wise folks in my life and then headed to hang with some married couple friends. Sitting on the couch, we talked out the problem I was facing. For hours.
I left, headed to Portland Brew (because Frothy closes early), checked my email and started to write.
At 7:32pm, I finished the book.
Or I guess I should say “We finished the book”.
Because without the dude at Frothy, my friends and their couch, and the emails, it would not be done.
I don’t really know how to pay each of them back, exactly. But I will figure it out. Cause that’s how I roll, y’all.
I’m short on time, but I just wanted you to know what God did yesterday- through people that I love and who are loving me enough to push me across the finish line.
What next with ye old finished book? It gets mailed to an agent in California and we all pray like crazy that some publishing house picks it up, publishes it, and you actually get to read the 50,000 words “we” have written.
Now that the book is done, I can return to being the blogista you have come to know and love. Instead of this crazy girl that only posts once every five days. [Yikes. That makes the blog-lover in me throw up a little bit.] But I really am going to try to get back on the bloggy train. Oh, and I’m also moving to a new house this weekend, so a video tour is surely in your near future. And maybe some video of watching my friends Jason and Skip move all my junk. That could be funny.
Off to a celebratory lunch with Betsy and Annie Parsons. Yay!
More blogging to come later today… I promise.