It has been a few months since I've done the Blog thing. As a writer I miss posting my inner thoughts for all to see. I also miss it as an everyday plain ole gotta make that money girl. As we all know making money, it doesn't matter how much the amount, eluded me for a minute, which seemed like an eternity when I was BROKE. I don't consider myself BROKE anymore, just broke. My life is still excellent.
The latest news I have is that I'm waiting on the proof copy and PDF file for my novel, Wait For Love: A Black Girl's Story. The excitement over my first novel is unexplainable. I feel like I'm breathing and suffocating myself at the same time. Sounds weird huh?
My days are no longer than anyone elses but it feels like the hours that make up my time are playing tricks on me. They, meaning the hours, stare at me as I watch the clock tick. Sometimes the minute hand goes in reverse, and even skips a few numbers just to go back and double up on the time it spends with any particular number. I won't even begin to elaborate on the hour hand...just RIDICULOUS! Stopping in mid-cycle as if it's stuck in rush hour. Some days I feel like screaming where is my book! I'll take the you dumb fool looks with ease. If the world knew the beauty that was coming for me, it would scream, too.
A prominent saying or belief is that patience is a virtue. I know one of the words in my novels title is wait but geez...Oh shoot, with the clock and watches and even hourglasses teamed up against me I guess I can't complain. So much has happened to me in such a short period of time. I'm still the same old sexy Wanda, but waiting on my novel and the trials that have passed makes me feel so brand new.
Overall if being brand new feels this good, I'll continue to wait. Now where is that mailman????
Okay, I get it. I should, I wrote it. :-)