Sorry, sorry, sorry… I just get so caught up in grading Comp I essays, or writing THE BOOK, or watching “Elf”/”Pretty Woman”/”Forrest Gump”/”The Wizard of Oz” reruns on TV, or singing Christmas music to Bruno (my pit bull), that I completely neglect the blog. It’s not even that I forget about it. I just flat out neglect it. And for that, I’m sorry.
Especially because you would think that after having two 2-hour delays this week I could get on here and write something. So here I am. 🙂
The last you read, I was trying to figure out some sort of order to write MY BOOK in. Well, I do have an update. I tried the weaving together of threads, and quite honestly, it was confusing. Too many hospital rooms, too much back and forth (which is fine if you’re writing The Time Traveler’s Wife–great book, Audrey Niffenegger), and almost too much, period. At least in my opinion. So I scrapped that effort.
Next, I had to figure out how to start in a moment of tension, and from that, go back in time a little here and there to fill in some back story/moments. I think it’s working. I’m making an effort to not focus on the divorce so much as how it affected my heart and moving forward with an independent, new life, which was so scary. In among all of that, I am really working to keep this fairy tale of Cinderella pattern evident and relevant to the story. I’m excited to see it take shape as I have new ideas. I just hope I can pull those threads through, as well.
Have I told you recently that writing a book is hard? (Wink, wink–see last post.)
Also, and I’m totally not kidding, Ricky Martin has made it to THE BOOK, you guys. He had to. But don’t worry–he’s not taking anyone’s spot–not even MY Prince Charming’s. Ricky just needed to be a part of what’s a part of me, and that’s my story. I mean, who is Aimee without Ricky or teaching English or Jackson or Cinderella or the Holocaust or her kids or chardonnay or “The Wizard of Oz” or my kitty cats or…wow. There’s more to me than I thought.
And so, to end this post, how about a teensy-weensy excerpt that for right now might possibly may be included in the book? (No promises.)
“February 27, 2010
There is no way I’m having a heart attack.
I’m only 41.
Panic attack, maybe.
Anxiety, I thought.
But that didn’t explain the cement block lying across my chest or the five-ton elephant stepping on it. And it didn’t explain the softball-sized knot under my rib cage or the profuse sweating making me feel like I could throw up at any second.
I knew I’d better have someone take a look at me, so I drove myself to the hospital in a late winter snow storm. Alone.
(I know, I know. Bad idea, Aimee.)”
Now, tell me, tell me: Was it enough of a teaser to make you wanna read THE BOOK?!