There once was a girl from Lancaster
Whose book could be one huge disaster.
But she said with a grin, to her slight chagrin,
At least it is done, really actually done, and she, I mean I, won't be working on it any more because really it's actually done this time at least until an editor gets his or her hands on it which I hope happens someday because that would mean maybe I had an agent who maybe maybe please might be trying to sell -- sell? sell! -- the book and that would be so crazy that I'm almost scared to even imagine it so let's just concentrate on the fact that it's really actually done and shipped off to someone who's going to read it and comment which is scary but I'm not thinking about that either so let's just concentrate on the fact that it is really actually done. Which I already said. The end. Good thing I'm not trying to convince anyone to read my limericks, right?
6 comments:
Yaaaaaaay!!!!! Good for you.
Goody! :::commencing embarrassing Monkey Dance of Happy Happy::::
Now... Go write your second book, so you can get onto the business of writing your third, because I. MUST. KNOW. what happens to Pamie. I MUST. ;)
You are brave and strong and good. Now I must stop doing the Monkey Dance of Happy Happy before I pull something.
Gwen can not start writing her second book because she must now get to work writing my dissertation. Because I, clearly, am not as motivated or dedicated as Gwen is because I am not even close to done. I am closer to the beginning than the end. So she must come sit in my purple office and write my dissertation and eat tomatoes from my garden while I sit in her yellow room and go to her yoga classes and shout at her annoying traffic and eat her yummy city food.
I am so excited to read the book I can hardly stand it. Aaaaahhhhhh!
HOORAY!!!! So proud of you, so excited for your wonderful book (and the books that have yet to be written. I have to second Angie on the subject of Pammy Curiosity).
You are my Editing Hero, the one I must look to as inspiration during this next year. Or the one I must kidnap to write my thesis for me. Alissa, maybe we can work out a time-share?
I will so totally and completely ghost write for both of you -- a timeshare can definitely be worked out. Half the time in fun fun Ann Arbor and half the time in the purple office sounds like the most perfect thing ever.
(There might be a slight problem in that although I am generall able to put words on computer -- please keep in mind it took me almost three years to do the book, however, so I hope your dissertation and thesis aren't due until 2008 at least -- I know absolutely nothing about a) body image and its psychological effects on people or b) how to write in Anne's style enough that people wouldn't be able to tell.) But whatever, we can totally do this, I'm packing my stuff right now.
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