I’m working on something.
Oh, I can’t say it.
Hey, did you hear the one about the orange that got chicken pox?*
*Pathetic distracting tactic that didn’t work.
Okay fine, I’ll just say it:
(I’m working on a book.)
Whew. That was kind of terrifying for some unknown reason. Apparently, I’m a bit of an introvert when it comes to branching out with my writing.
So, I can’t tell you much because… well, there’s not much to tell. But I really, really want it to be a different kind of book. It’s partially a novel, that much I can tell you. Any more might give it away. (And by “it”, I mean the fact that I don’t know what it’s going to be exactly.)
If I’m absent from my blog for a while, or appear to be churning out empty, meaningless posts in the near future, you’ll know why.
I know what you’re thinking; If those are indications that Abbie’s writing a novel, it would appear that she’s been working one one for 2 years now! (You think I can’t read your thoughts… but I can.)
At any rate, there it is. Out there for the world to see.
I’m telling you guys this for two reasons;
1. I’m counting on you to hold me accountable. When February rolls around and you’ve heard hide nor hair about Abbie’s book… please shoot me a scathing email or comment and let me know that I’d BETTER finish what I start. Thank you
2. I wanna know… would you read it? I’m feeling that weird “precipice” feeling right now – you know; the one where you’re dangling out in space?? And I think I need some feedback.
Well, that’s all I have to say.
On that needy note, goodbye forever.