she can be such a pain!
so little miss mandy pants was a pain in my neck yesterday. yes you were woman, don’t spend your southern charm here tryna deny it.
in the midst of the torment the rhetoric became clear. she was calling me out. so much so – she ultimately challenged me to a writing exercise.
ironically, i had already planned on asking for your help, or more accurately – your patience, as i attempt to report in here at inProgress once weekly. (suggestion provided by the cutie) and what will i be reporting? i have no idea, exactly. it will be focused on my book, that is for sure. i may share thoughts i had on it or, perhaps...likely…confess that i had no thoughts on it at all. but, hopefully i will be reporting on something that i will have actually written.
where do you come in? i want your thoughts. your input. i value what you have to say. and so many of you before have offered wisdom, ideas and critique and i know i can count on you to be fully honest with me.
oh yah. what was mandys challenge? “How ’bout you write two chapters a month, while I spit out two songs a week? wanna?”
to which i accepted.
so it looks like i have some goals ahead of me and i wanted you all to be aware of them. i invite your accountability. i want it. i need it.
and there you have it. my petition. my plea. my groveling. i need your help. and i refuse to bail out on a challenge from miss thang. even if she did call me a weenie!