Monday, April 18, 2011
Stop The Clock!
Maybe I won't sign them! I'm going to miss my first deadline anyway, so why sign something you can't fulfill.
But my agent extended my grace period in the contract(s) so dang. I don't have that excuse.
The contracts arrived on my oldest son's twentieth birthday.
I cannot believe he's twenty!
He can't believe it, either, and decided Disneyland was the place to go to avoid facing the end of his "childhood." So that's where we went this weekend!
So where do I go to avoid facing the end of Sammy? Disneyland doesn't seem right. And she's not "18" yet (the number of books). She's not even 15! She's only 14.5! She's still a kid. I have a lot of time left!
That's what I said about my son.
Maybe if I wrote sloooooower I could avoid this ending for a while.
It's a four-book contract and you're sad?