You know how I mentioned a couple of weeks ago about how I’m seriously baby-hungry? Wouldn’t you just know it but my period (normally rather punctual) was a whole week late this month. For several days I pondered and wondered “what if . . . ” and finally blurted out to my husband, “I don’t want a baby! I want to write a book!”
I do? I want to write a book?
I took a pregnancy test yesterday and it was glaringly “not pregnant”. I heaved a sigh of relief (although there was a teeny, tiny smidge of sadness, I’ll admit) and am now aiming my sights on gestating something literary rather than human.
P.S. I was going to say something jokey about how I probably won’t finish it, knowing me. But I usually do finish my projects. Although this is a book, not an apron. And I have no idea how to write a book. And I can barely write a coherent blog post most days. But I feel The Muse calling. So follow her, I must.
P.P.S. Keep in mind that I have the broken laptop that Srini, my trusted Mac repairperson, said would cost $850 to fix (Steve Jobs, I would smack you one if I saw you on the street. Not just for the pitiful plastic hinge you used to hold my computer together which is broken after only a year and a half, rendering my screen unreadable. But also because I still don’t have a new iphone. Jerkface.) So I will have to attempt to write this book on the computer in the playroom. I ask you, whose writing is not improved by listening to the Super Mario theme music and constant quarrelling? Let’s hope The Muse is louder than my children.
P.P.P.S Verging on TMI, but the period has not actually shown up. But there are signs that it will soon.