The Universe is trying to tell me something.
A while back, Joy Fielding -- who was my instructor at a writing workshop last year -- appeared to me in a dream, telling me to "Get back to work."
Then, in the midst of moving, our amazing real estate agent introduced me to her daughter, an awesomely connected, totally represents the kinds of books I want to write Literary Agent.
Then, when attending orientation for the I-Can't-Believe-It's-A-Public-School public school, I got chatting with a charming woman who is an awesomely connected, totally represents the kinds of books I'd like to write Literary Agent.
Last night, when reading some mommy lit, I was grumbling that my book would be better (you know, if I wrote it and all).
And today at the Summerhill Market, I bumped into a woman I met last year at the writing workshop. She of course asked me how the book was going.
It's time to get back to work on my book. I had a very good excuse what with renovating an old house, buying a new house, selling the old house, renovating the new house, and moving. But everything has been unpacked for months now. In a month my children will be tucked away at morning camp for six weeks. I'm running out of excuses.
So back to the book I go.
'Cause when the Universe is trying to tell you something, you listen.