I got no camera. I got no flip. I can't show you what passes for decent photography in my house, which is a crummy photograph with a point-and-shoot that has been Photoshopped within an inch of my own my life.
No, I'm giving you the height of excitement: a screen shot of my Bookmarks.
Stop peeing your pants there, buddy. It'll be okay. I know you haven't been this excited since they started making mini bagels.
See, I have this exact sort of path I follow every morning. I know most of you do, too, that you can't be complete unless you check a long string of websites, blogs, and email. The dog I had growing up had to do the same thing every time she took a crap, check the same trees and bushes, make sure no one else had crapped there in the night, whatever dogs do. But I simply feel incomplete and anxious each morning until it's done.
I start with email, my main address and the one connected to Etsy and Paypal. Then I start at the top of those Bookmarks and work my way down. After I've gone through MamaBargains, I leave the Bookmarks and go to Shnoop, Woot, Twitter, FailBlog, and Facebook. Then I go through my friends' blogs: BrightCaroline, ReturningtoCenter, Lostview Farm, Disposable Aardvarks, etc. From the now defunct link to Midnight Sun and downward, those are just things I don't want to lose. I mean, I don't go reading the recipe for Weight Watchers vegetable soup every day.
I'm not that crazy.
But I've got to finish the Bookmarks and blaze the trail.
Only then can I feel free to start working on the book, commenting on Facebook, or tending to my children, who are always annoyingly hungry in the morning.
I finished my first draft last night and am ready to start editing. And I have two "test cases" who have agreed to do a read-through of the edited draft and offer feedback before I start contacting agents. I'm terrified of letting anyone besides my dear Dr. Krog read my baby, because if they don't like it, I'll have to move into the attic and become a crazy cat lady, and that's not really going to work with my current life. It would be very Miss-Havisham-wrote-a-book-and-it-sucked, and nobody wants that. Off to page 1!
Oh, yeah. and feeding the kids.