Tuesday, January 26, 2016

Purgatory or Pregnancy?

I’m thirty-six months pregnant with my first novel—the insomnia and swollen fingers has got to go. Not to mention the perpetual heartburn from cheesy dialogue or the nausea of plot holes. This pregnancy has jumped the shark—I need an intervention!

I should be the confident mother, waving her paper child off to school. I’m up to double digits on requests from agents and editors but I still have that nagging feeling that it’s not quite ready. I have a tight-knit mothers group critique group who offer babysitting feedback on my impending bundle of joy.

And yet…I find myself staring at the computer and sulking over a craptastic hook that refuses to shine.

This morning, I left in a huff, making up some urgent errand. When I returned, I found this on my desk.   

At least, I have the world's greatest birthing coach.

4 comments:

Joan Raymond said...

Awww, that's so sweet. Congrats on having the perfect birthing coach and cheerleader on your team.

Annis Cassells said...

I love the pregnancy/birthing metaphor. Go, Damon! How lucky you are, Clarissa.

I have faith the babe will hop out full-blown.

xoxoA

Clarissa Kae said...

You two are so good to me, thank you!

teasha said...

You are oh so close to your delivery date! Keep going!