What a wonderful response we had last week to the first Tackle-it Tuesday post about going for the Gold. You guys came up with some very impressive stories in 50 words or less! Nice job!
Are you ready to tackle another one? You are? Great! Let’s go!
Here’s your topic:
You have to get your completed novel to your editor by tomorrow and you have several hours of work left to do. But every time you get on a roll, you’re interrupted.
Remember…you may only use 50 words or less.
Looking forward to seeing what you come up with!
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Robin finally breaks down…. “Who could love me? I’m too broken.” Through her hot tears she finally hears the answer she’s been craving, “I do. You are precious to me.”
A flushing sound followed by a toddler’s giggle… “cars no swim in the paah tee, mamma”.
8:00 – Bible, blog, facebook,
9:00 – *type, type*
10:00 – *RING!* “Mom, can you babysit while I’m at the denstist?”
12:00 – *Knock* Would you like to buy some cookies?”
3:00 – There’s water all over the kitchen floor!
5:00 – “Hi Honey, I’m home!”
9:00 – *type, type*…YAWN!
Lord, I need Your help. My editor is pressing for the completeness of my novel by tomorrow. It is going crazy around here with phone ringing, and the knocker pounding ceaselessly on the door. I need a miracle of hours of quiet.
Six hours later, another answered prayer. Praise God!
“Mom !?”
“What?” Not again, I thought.
“MOM!??”
“Kelsy, What!?”
I recalled just this morning discussing with Kelsey that only an emergency should interupt me today.
“MOM!!??”
“W H A T !?”
“I LOVE YOU !”
“I LOVE YOU TOO !” I smiled at the thought. This WAS an emergency.
Yes! I am finally on a roll
Did I just hear the doorbell toll?
Finally, I tell my neighbor farewell
Almost there!
When in comes my roommate with a story to tell.
I say, “I have to get this done”,
Then we will go have fun.
Hooray, I’m done!
One chapter, and one night of computer glare. Then the beeping started. Smoke detector battery was the final culprit. Ok, ready to begin again. Beep! Beep! What?? Two smoke detectors needing replacement batteries the same night? Strange, but true. Ok, begin again. Beep! Beep! Who invented CO2 monitors, anyway?
“ I’ve got . . . to meet . . . this in-my-face writing deadline! ”
- Bryan! –
“ Yes? ”
- Bryan! –
“ Yes, who is that? ”
- Bryan! -
“ Yes, indeed, yes, who’s calling? ”
- Bryan! -
“ My, oh, my . . . who’s there? ”
- Bryan! –
“ Done! I’m finally finished! . . . and no more need to remind myself, time after time, of the deadline, either. ”
“Why does your editor think Josey shouldn’t die until chapter six, Momma?” My son asked while simultaneously spilling his glass of milk. He had apparently been listening when his father called,when his Aunt Peggy called and according to his next question even when Doctor Sheffield called “Poor dead rabbit?”