Posted by: Illmatic
I wrote this short story in April 2008 while I was living in Miami, finishing FEMINISTA, and then posted it on FB as an album. (Then I deleted all my photos during my FB is Big Brother paranoia.) But I just came across it in my computer and as it’s totally FEM-related and pretty funny, I thought I’d repost!
Ever since I had to stop pumping out chapters (this is the ‘before’ shot from 2 weeks ago) to format manuscript pages for my editor, I’ve fallen out of my rhythm. Now, for the last 5 days (and in my self-flagellating mind this feel like 5 months), I’ve been wallowing in an abyss of inertia. My editor hadn’t called to discuss the pages so I’m having paranoid fantasies that she thinks they’re crap. All 402 pages.
Which doesn’t mean the pages actually are crap. Oh no no no no. To my soft bipolar mind (soft means not in danger of being carried out of my house strapped to a gurney Britney-style..or at least let’s HOPE not), this means she doesn’t GET IT. And now I’m going to have to take up the task of making her GET IT. Because this, I learned when re-reading a book last week called “The Hypomanic Edge: The link between little craziness and a lot of success in America”, is what zealots do in the face of skepticism…