Still writing.
Still editing.
My hair is oily.
My face is breaking out.
I haven’t had a sensible meal in three weeks. Neither has Tog.
The dog’s peeing all over the house because he’s not getting enough exercise.
My TWA is linty.
I have 42 voicemails that I haven’t heard.
My cell phone is about to get disconnected.
My emails are overflowing. And unanswered.
I have 54 Facebook Friend Requests.
When I drop Tog off at daycare she asks, “who picking me up? Gramma? Dadddy?”
I read my edits in one hand while I’m rocking her to sleep at night with the other.
I have to go over the final manuscriipt of Frank Lucas’ Original Gangsta by the 17th.
And I shill for Yummy’s on a daily basis and provide weekly reports on our progress.
Until my world makes sense…
-A
Aliya S. King 
September 14, 2009 at 3:58 pm
Doesn’t sound good, but it’ll all be worth it in the end!
September 14, 2009 at 6:42 pm
wow. hang in there, sounds like a purpose-driven life to me.
September 14, 2009 at 7:30 pm
This how it goes. People who did anything great and say that the final stretch was easy are either habitual liars or just embarrassed that they ever had broken out skin/wackmeals/a full inbox.
This is your lot in life, and its a privilege.
September 14, 2009 at 8:47 pm
“I read my edits in one hand while I’m rocking her to sleep at night with the other” The story of my life!
But uh…if it’s what I think it is, wash the TWA! LOL
Can’t wait for this book.
September 15, 2009 at 1:11 am
The ends will justify the means. Keep chugging, Aliya!
September 15, 2009 at 11:25 pm
hang in there love!
September 17, 2009 at 7:47 pm
whoo whoo whoo
it will be all goo in the end!
September 21, 2009 at 7:08 am
the classic HUSTLE.
keep hustlin.