everybody knows you're cranky
I woke up in a cranky mood today. No reason except for a bad night's sleep, which was probably brought on by those Elvis sandwiches I ate last night.
I spent a good portion of the day
whipping encouraging my children while they did their chores. Once the house was clean and the kids were outside with friends, I decided to bury myself in the preparations for my novel instead of biting the heads off of small kittens and terrified husbands.
The novel writing itself starts in six days. I am going to do this. Not only am I going to finish the novel, but it's going to be good. I am putting everything I have into this; there will be the ghosts of 10,000 unfinished stories watching over me as well as the spirits of a million different ideas and the legacy of my procrastination, fear and laziness.
Everybody Knows You're Crying may not be the next Great American Novel, but it will be a novel and it will be mine.
You can check my progress over at the blog I set up just for this purpose. Today, I talk about the main character. Some of you just may recognize her.