Something happened, but not what you think. I haven't even written one word. Okay, I did write down the title, but no sentences. Not even a plot sketch. You should know she's begging me to open a new Word document, but I can't. I won't. Not until this book is done.
I was bored, and we started to fool around. I Googled her name to see if anyone had it yet. I think she and I would be exclusive.
You want to know what happened? You think I should just 'fess up and tell you?
All right. I made a book cover with her name on it. There. I told you. Are you happy now? You want to know what program I used? How much time I spent creating it? No. What good will that do to tell you? All right. I used Paint.net. And it took me about 15 minutes.
I know. I know. I should be editing. I will. I promise.
Can you forgive me? I promise not to write her until this other story is finished. What? You don't want me to even look at her picture? You want me to delete it?
I'm sorry. I can't. You'll just have to trust me.
I'm really sorry. I hope you can forgive me in time.
unfaithfully yours,
2 comments:
NNOOOOO! Say it ain't so!!!! You're already up to your knees (right?) in the NANO project. You can't divert now. It's already the 17th - either way, you have only 1/2 month to go, and then you can give her your full attention :)
Uuuggh - been there. Praying for focus, sweetie.
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