So I’m frantic busy trying to finish the first draft on the fourth Ellie Gooden/Coffee & Crime mystery. It’s due to my editor at the end of July. The clock is ticking. I was making steady progress until Wednesday when I was slammed with Stupid Real Life Stuff and I got totally derailed. I began to wonder if I was ever going to finish this one.
Made me wonder how those poor Egyptians felt, staring up at the empty space that would one day be the Great Pyramid, then looking at the seventeen or so stones laid on the ground and wondering how on earth they were ever going to create what Imhotep drew out for them.
But, Sunday I pulled myself up by my boot straps and planted my butt in the chair and managed to put down 2100 or so words. It felt good, and suddenly that pyramid I’m building didn’t seem quite so daunting. I might only be halfway to the summit, but I can see the gleaming golden cap over the brilliant white sandstone blocks, shining like a beacon to the heavens… just like this newest Coffee & Crime mystery will outshine all the rest of the cozy paranormals out there for sale on the ‘Zon this fall.
Or… maybe I’ve just been out in the sun too long and I’m starting to see things. At any rate, the way those poor, loin-clothed, bare-torso’d wretches built that pyramid is the same way I’m going to write this book. One lousy brick at a time. Yes, I’ll probably need some sledges to haul the stones, and some water to quench my thirst and maybe even a foreman or two to crack the whip over my head (hey Nano pals, you hear that? You get to play with my Indiana Jones whip!). But I got this.
Anyhoo. I haven’t been in touch in a while and I just wanted to let you know that I’m still here. Still dragging the stones up the slanted ramp, all Sisyphus-like. Still sweating under the hot Egyptian sun for the glory of Ra. Heh heh. Or something like that. Keep on, keeping on, fellow babies. And as always,
Illegitimi non carborundum!
