My book agent (the one currently residing in a recovery day spa) is urging me to finish Out Of The Blue because he's working with a playwright to turn it into a stage production. He's telling me that he thinks my book could be the first mental health memoir to win the coveted EGOT. One day I might have a story right up there with Wicked!
But I'm having trouble working on it because Ms. Wonder thinks the idea has about as much chance of coming true as an AI machine has of becoming aware of itself. When Ms. Wonder isn't behind me, the motivation that drives great doings is lacking by the bucket load.
To be completely transparent, which is one of the prime directives of this blog, I must confess that I keep being distracted by shiny objects, and by shiny objects I mean things like soap bubbles, or trips to the beach, or hanging out in coffee cafes.
And so, to resolve the main issue and deliver the goods to my agent, I've decided that my only option is to stay at home until I finish the book.
Wonder doesn't think much of this idea either. She thinks that isolation is a risk to my sanity, my sobriety, and my physical health. And there you have it, just one damned thing to deal with after another.
She encourages me to hang out with friends. The idea is that friends will keep me on the straight and narrow. Hmmm?
Past experience has taught me, and I'm sure you'll agree, that it's always best to consider Wonder's advice. And so this afternoon, I asked a few of the inner circle to meet me in Southport where I could work on the book while they solved the world's problems.
And that's how I ended up here in Ocean Isle writing this blog. I know! But before you jump to the conclusions that you're about to leap to, let me explain. You see the 80's countdown of hits from 1983 was on the radio and I didn't want to miss the top 10. Understandable, don't you agree? Then as soon as the countdown finished, Rick Springfield's show started and the topic of the week was Women in Rock.
When that show ended, I turned around and started back toward Southport, and then, damn it! A new coffee shop that opened in Bolivia and not just a new shop but the one and only craft coffee emporium in Brunswick County.
I think you understand. Not my fault. The Universe operates a vast conspiracy against me. And not any old mundane, run-of-the-mill conspiracy but one of multilevel intricacies and legions of agents. I'm sure of it.
Another day in paradise but another day that fell short of expectations. Will it ever be different? Who knows? Not me. Still, I'll never give up and I hope you don't give up on me. Keep coming back because anything could happen and when something does, I'd like you to be here to enjoy it with me. And don't forget to leave a comment.