There was a time in the not too distant past (like, say, yesterday) that I seriously wondered if Nikolas had a book in him at all. He had a name – finally – yes, but a book? Debatable.
But he does.
I told him (and Anne Gracie) last night that he needed to get his act together today, that we couldn’t dawdle forever waiting for him to decide the time was right. The time WAS right, and whether he liked it or not, he had to get a move on.
And he did.
He frittered away the morning while I mowed the lawn. It wasn’t a bad idea. I didn’t think I could sit there and stare at a blank screen without doing something dire if he failed to show up. So I worked off the edge of my edginess and came in after lunch to sit down and type chapter one.
I wondered if that was all I was going to type.
But Edie came to the rescue. She spotted Nikolas across the room – and bang! The book started. Just like that.
And now I have ten — count ‘em! I have. Several times, in fact – pages and the promise of more to come.
Who knew?
Certainly not me. I had no idea until I sat down and opened the file that I would have anything to say at all. Or that Edie and Nick would. But they do, praise God. And they might tomorrow, too. I dare to hope.
Do you think it was mowing the lawn?
