I’ve been laboring at two jobs since the summer of sophomore year at Brentwood High School, when I kicked off my working life pulling a shift as an assistant at a local psychiatric hospital in the afternoons, and working the register at Kids R’ Us in the evenings. I’m no stranger to hard work; I get it from my mom and dad.
But today, I’m done busting up the chifforobe. Instead, I’m doing the happy dance, because guess what? I’ve got me a break coming. Finally. In the past month and a half, I’ve written two books—a celebrity memoir and a novel for tweens—and mama is, as my aunties used to say, plum wo’ out.
And instead of taking on another project/fighting with co-authors/wrestling for my checks/begging for mercy, I’m… going… to… sit… down.
I bought Coleson Whitehead’s new book, “Sag Harbor.” Maybe I’ll read it.
My girl Vanessa over at Food Lovers Like Me has some great new recipes on her site. Maybe I’ll try a few.
One of my favorite furniture stores, Arte Forma, is reducing its showroom and clearing out the joint. Maybe I’ll go shopping.
I’ve been threatening to make some new drapes for Mari’s room. Maybe I’ll sew them (yes, this is fun for me).
Lowes has some pretty purple flowers on sale. Maybe I'll get the girls to help me plant them.
Or maybe I’ll just sit…
…and be quiet.