Forgotten Bears…a love story

Hello from somewhere else!

Tempus fugit. Time flies. It does fly but it also crawls, particularly when you are rewriting chapter ten for the seventeenth time.

The manuscript is finished. It is in the hands of my agent and editor. There is nothing more for me to do, (aside from finish the one page synopsis I have successfully avoided by watching back-to-back episodes of Battlestar Galactica), except wait. And hope.

When people learn that this momentous task is over, that the dream is finally in progress, that any day now Josh and my’s humble scribblings could be read by an Important Book Person in New York, they are always excited. They want me to be excited too. “Aren’t you excited? How exciting!”

I was excited once. Oh yes, I remember that feeling. I remember the thrill of the possibilities, the wistful daydreams of book signings and movie premiers. “Look, it’s the authors!” someone in the crowd would shout and the host of Hollywood Entertainment Talk Gossip Now Today! would rush over to catch a glimpse of me and my partner exiting our stretch limo surrounded by a fleet of bodyguards and my personal cat nanny. (Yes, I will bring my cat to the premier; it will be in my contract). But, after nearly two years of non-stop writing, eight months or more of which were dedicated to revisions and involved reading and rewriting the same 400+ pages over and over and over and over again, the excitement I feel mostly revolves around the fact that I do not have to look at that manuscript anymore. My daydreams now feature me coming home from a ten hour day of digging holes and hammering nails and not plunking myself, in zombie-like fashion, in front of this laptop screen to type until I pass out from exhaustion.

What I’m trying to say is: I’m tired.

Somehow, since the last Coconut Chronicle, I have also managed to do things, with people, in places, sometimes even outside of my house. Many of these things were fun and a not-tired version of myself would regale you with delightful, witty and thought-provoking tales of these things I did and the people I did them with.

People I did things with, (you know who you are), thank you for keeping me from becoming a complete hermit. The kind of hermit that doesn’t cut her toenails and smells vaguely of pee.

To all the rest of my friends who I have thoughtlessly ignored for two years, it will all be worth it when I fly you to the Hollywood premier of the movie version of the novel, in my gold plated jet. (Note: You might want to take some antihistamines if you are allergic to cat fur).

As I write this, I am not on a jet, gold plated or otherwise. I am on a BC Ferry, headed to Vancouver Island for my first and last fishing trip of the year. I am not thinking about the manuscript, (and I’m definitely not thinking about the one page synopsis I’m supposed to write), I am actually wondering if that cheesecake place in Ucluelet is still open and, if it is, do they still make that ambrosia flavour I was mildly addicted to when Prez and me lived there?

And yes, I have forgotten all about the bears I promised in my last Chronicle but sometimes there are things in this life that are bigger than bears. Elephants, for example. Skyscrapers. Buses. Large boulders. When you think about it, there are many things bigger than bears.

I think we’ve all learned something today. I know I have.

(I’m so tired).

Until next time, (which will be sometime between now and 2012), I hope this finds you healthy, happy & lovin’ life!

The Princess

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2 Responses to Forgotten Bears…a love story

  1. Darcey Lutz says:

    You went fishing without us? That hurts. I’m just sayin’, so you’re not surprised when next time I see you and Prez I pout, a little…

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