All right, so I know I've finished 40 books before, but this one...this one is special! I've been working on it for over five years, but life kept getting in the way and I didn't have time/energy to finish it. I feel like this book is a group effort because honestly, without my friends urging me from behind and lighting a fire under me, it would have never gotten finished.
Have you ever needed an extra push in life to do what you're supposed to? It's annoying as heck to be that person. I'm sure I annoyed everyone within my stratosphere. But it's done. It's already been through one edit and it's onto the second with a reader. Let me just give you an example of how my friends made this happen.
Colleen Coble read anything I'd send her, bought me a cover and helped me edit.
Cheryl Hodde (Hannah Alexander) wrote with me every single day with timed writing sprints and also read anything I sent her.
Jenny B. Jones wrote with us when little man Sullivan allowed AND offered to format the book.
I could go on and on with offers I've had to simply do what a writer is supposed to do: WRITE! However, sometimes it isn't that easy.
I'm an author who writes intuitively, which means essentially when the world is blowing up, I want to stop and pray. Mostly, for people to act decently and upright. How hard is that, people? Do the right thing! But when they don't, it affects me, and writing humor is more difficult. But I don't want to be a downer, so I immerse myself in things that make me laugh.
Yvonne Orji has a new HBO standup show and it's hysterical. I don't remember if it's brash in places, but I'm sure as the star of "Insecure" it probably is -- all I know is she made me laugh and I needed that. She's really brilliant, so her comedy is smart and on point -- I didn't know Nigerians were really into education, but the one Nigerian family I knew? Both girls went to Harvard Medical school so whatever is in that water over there? We need to import some and make ourselves some doctors. Maybe that's aiming too high. How about fewer idiots perhaps?
Speaking of which -- 90 Day Fiance: Before the 90 Days. Seriously, what would quarantine be without this show? I don't even want the answer to that question because other people's bad decisions? I'm sorry, but they're entertaining. I mean, let's look at the current season of 90 Day Fiance: The Other Way. Why wouldn't you want to be a sexy Instagram model who loves a pair of booty shorts and a push-up bra and move to Muslim Jordan for a guy? I mean, really, what could possibly go wrong?
I only have one friend that watches this show and so I'm relegating to Twitter when I watch it. Why? What's wrong, people? How do you not know this is the best entertainment on television? If you've ever been afraid of joining a dating site, this show will terrify you. It will make you love on your dog and count your blessings. The guy above, David, is a single man who lives in Las Vegas and has a lot of money to spend on Ukrainian websites. His anger scares me. Like for real. He once yelled at his friend's wife who was trying to help him and if I was that gal's husband? I'd have clocked him. At the same time, I admire David's fortitude. He loves Lana and he's not listening to the haters.
"90 Day Fiance" is the perfect reminder that none of us are perfect and God bless these people for sharing their boldness as they venture into new worlds most of us only dream of!
After all that rambling. My book is done. "Room at the Top" should be ready within the next week. I'll be sending out a newsletter to my readers, who probably think I'm dead -- but thanks to the work of very good friends, I am not. And I finished a book.