Dudes. It's Day 29 of my big 30-Day Experiment. It's three days until the big First Draft Deadline. I'm in Canmore and the mountains are so pornographically beautiful, I can't stand it. Outside, there is a pack (gaggle? flock?) of coyotes howling and yattering at each other. I know I should be scared, but they sound so dorky and stupid that I'm laughing instead. Which is ironic because the mouse in the garage scared the hell out of me.
I have three chapters left in my book and three days left in my month. Think I can do it? Puh-lace your bets... Oh, and if anyone could suggest an ENDING, that would be great. But take your time. By tomorrow would be perfect, thanks.
I know what you're thinking. You're thinking if I'm writing a memoir I should know how it ends. Because I lived it, right? Yeah, that's not how I roll. And I'm not sure if you've noticed, but life doesn't really hand you perfect movie endings most of the time. Mostly life hands you non-endings with zero in the Satisfying Closure department. People's last words to you are usually something like, "Watch out for that shopping cart." And then they drive off in their Ford Pintos, never to be seen again.
We can talk more about life's lack of satisfying closure on December 31st: Anniversary of my Ex-Husband's Inglorious Departure. Which, BEAUTIFULLY, will be the day I write my last chapter and finish my draft. In the meantime, I have some serious work to do. Jones out.
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Wow. My interest is totally piqued. Is that how you spell that anyway? WTF!
Also, Zero in the Satisfying Closure Department is the absolute best.
Otherwise, I end up thinking about the author's understanding of this fleeting moment of perfect symmetry and order, "Enjoy it while it lasts, baby. You've got about an hour."
Seriously. Very excited to learn more about this book whenever you're ready to unleash it on the world. Inglorious Husbands. Bailing on New Year's eve? That's good.
xo,
s.
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