Who Needs Sleep When You Can Write?

So my first two chapters have been passed off by the great and powerful Oz. (otherwise known as Caleb Warnock)  Now he has given me a deadline to have a finished manuscript by the New Year's Eve.  To which I replied, "New Year's Eve 2012 right?" No go.  I am supposed to write an entire book in one month.  You read right ONE MONTH.

Crap.  The thought of writing the whole thing that fast makes want to hurl. Breathe. I can do this... maybe.  I finished the marathon one mile at a time. I lost seventy five lbs one at a time, and I will write this book one page at a time.

So what am I supposed to do with my full time job - Being a mommy.  Caleb suggests either listing them for sale in the classified section, or putting out a gallon of milk and a box of cereal -- then locking myself in my room for a month. Since I don't want to get busted by DCFS I think I will look into playdates and preschool.

Little Successes-- I'll take what I can get

So in class today I got a rousing round of applause for the article in the paper. I also got a round of applause for a short essay Caleb had me write. It was like the 5 minute version of what I wanted my book to be. He thinks I might just have a book after all. Next week's assignment is to bring in a revised outline without all the self help crap. Just stories about the things I learned.

Now for chapter one.  How this for a title You'll know you've hit the bottom when you hear the Thud

Holy Crap! I'm on the front page

The title says it all. Chris Dalley, newspaper lady extraordinaire, told me my article would be in the paper today. So I went to a newsstand to pick one up and who was staring back at me? Me! My picture was on the front page.  Holy smokes! Does it get any cooler?

Here's a link to the article.  Very cool. So should I get her a fruit basket or flowers or something?

http://www.heraldextra.com/news/local/north/alpine/article_cd5211ef-9f2f-5039-b03f-0185e1f78fc1.html