Cave of Cuteness
I just finished dropping off a stool sample of my daughter’s that had been living in a cooler in the backseat all morning — whilst I got my Botox done.
We all want what we want, and we want it now.
This week, what I wanted was to never be in bed again. And guys — I love me a good Netflix binge with sushi, herbal tea, and zero human interruptions. That is a sacred ground. But the second rest is required? And someone uses the words “recovery,” “anesthesia,” or “limitations” in a sentence directed at me? Instantly I become, well, murdery. After spending most of 2024 in bed — screw you, cancer, truly — anything that smells like forced stillness makes me want to dramatically flip a table.
Monday morning I had a tooth extraction and bone graft done. Small potatoes in the grand scheme of my medical highlight reel, but I am a massive, unhinged baby about mouth pain and dental garbage. The whole week carried that energy: meh, thank you next. But we’re good now.
Moving on.
I just finished dropping off a stool sample of my daughter’s that had been living in a cooler in the backseat all morning — whilst I got my Botox done.
I used whilst to sound fancy. Because hell yes, baby. The Botox has finally happened.
Was it the fiscally responsible choice? Um, absolutely not. Was it necessary because Jacob and I are going to Hawaii in two weeks, and I need to look flawless in photos that will live on until I die? One-thousand-percent, non-negotiable. I was out here feeling like the old lady from Titanic — “It’s been 84 years…” — since I’d taken care of my face, and it was becoming an issue. Now I can stop bitching about it. You’re welcome.
So yes. This morning’s itinerary: face fixed.Then wandering the hospital hallways with a literal bag of sh*t asking staff where said bag needed to go.
The week was otherwise solid. Productive, even. I made it through three more chapters of the editing sweep, and we are getting close I can taste it. The agent, publisher, and pitch phase is coming up, and honestly? It makes me feel like a kid on Christmas morning. I cannot wait. I just need to not be Titanic granny by the time this book actually graces shelves, so — moving with purpose.
I’m heading to school pickup in a few minutes, and praise sweet baby Jesus: no weekend plans. I might quarantine myself to the office couch one more night. Secretly, I love it in there. The couch bed is a far cry from my giant Tempur-Pedic that I share with Jacob, but the room is darling and cozy and a little cave of cuteness that is entirely mine.
That’s all I’ve got this week. See you next Friday.
MANUSCRIPT STATS
📖 19 chapters. All enriched. Check.
✅ Phase 2 sweep: Chapters 1–14 doneski.
🔄 5 left standing. Written. Just need a good sweep.
📝 Full manuscript: ~55k and climbing.
🎯 Publishing direction: Traditional. Target shelf. Not negotiating.
👀 Agent research: Cannot wait to dive into the deep end of this pool. Soon.
