5 DAYS AND COUNTING...
I’ve noticed something funny since getting my first book contract. People look at me differently. Before, if one of the other school mothers or an acquaintance had tried to describe me it probably would have started out nice enough with kind, funny, but it quickly would have deteriorated into disorganized, distracted and not very together.
And I can’t in good faith disagree with any of those labels, but since the book contract, people now have a ready excuse for me. “Oh, she’s not disorganized, she’s just artsy.”
“She’s not distracted, her head must just be full of deep thoughts and ideas.” “Sure she’s wearing a wrinkled shirt, two different earrings and a pair of flip flops in the middle of January, but she’s just eccentric.”
I cannot tell you how much I love this. It’s like every disorganized flaw in my character has now been labelled as artsy and I’m no longer expected to be normal. How freeing.
