Trying to Get Back In the Zone Again
The last few days have been hectic -- even for me. I've got one real estate deal going on -- phone calls coming right, left and center, and my man complainin that I don't have enough time for him. Now I only met him a few weeks ago, at New Year's Eve. But he's already complainin. Last night he sat me down and said that when I prayed to the Good Lord for a fine fella like him, I shoulda also prayed that God would make me ready for him -- cause givin my schedule, I just wasn't. Well, I am ready and I don't have time and if he can't deal with it then, well, I gots to ask, is he the right one???
Never mind.
He's a sweetie, but d**n, he is demanding.
Ticked me off so badly, I nearly changed my mind about leaving a copy of my Black Pearls with him. Really. After all, that Kinko copy cost me some bucks and it didn't make no sense leaving it with somebody I wasn't gonna see no more. ('Cause, hey, when he started giving me the 'talkety-talk,' it was like, Are you breakin up with me, or what? But he just skirted that. He couldn't do it. He came close, but he didn't. So then I said, Let the man complain. Maybe he's got reason. But then he said something that really annoyed me, so I had to wait til I was calm again. And then I said, Go on, girl. Leave your story with him. Maybe he'll appreciate you more. (Did you hear that? Here I am thinkin he don't appreciate me, and he basically said the same thing about me not appreciatin him. I tell ya, there's always two sides to every story. Sometimes only one of them got something to do with "objective reality," but that don't mean it ain't real for the person holding that side. Now where was I ...?)
Oh, yeah. So leavin my ms (short for manuscript, by the way) with RT was part of my plan. Remember, I mentioned deciding to have some folks read it? Well, he's one of them. At first, he tried to get all psychological on me. Asked me why I wanted him to read it. I hate that psychobabble stuff, especially when I can see it a mile away. I just told him to stow it. Was he gonna read it or not? That made him laugh. He's one of them strange men like to be talked back to. If you're nice to him, he'll push and prod and say little nippy things til you come back -- come back hard, come back fast and you ok. Makes him feel good.
So this was all yesterday evening. Today he called and 'thanked me' oh so politely for leaving my ms with him. Hmmm ... I was half asleep at my desk, so I couldn't come back. Then he told me I had him laughing last night. That was nice, I guess. I wasn't meaning to be funny. I was just tired. But I was in a good mood too. I'd just spent an hour talking to my girl, Mammoo. And she was so supportive. It was good to hook up with her again. Had suggestions about getting my books out there again. Gave me energy. Conveyed God's blessings. Of course, there ain't no surprise there. Mammoo's a healer by profession, a nurse at Harlem Hospital. Anyway, I'll be sending her the ms, too. I know she ain't goin to give me no nonsense bout why I want her to read it.
I just got to get it copied. I ain't going near no Kinko. Unh-unh. Gots to find me another solution ... and then ... well, the post office is gonna be seeing me!
Now I called this entry, Trying to Get Back in the Zone Again, and that's cause I'm finally back at the writing. I printed me out a copy of The Palmer Affair and I'm reading through it right now.
Never mind.
He's a sweetie, but d**n, he is demanding.
Ticked me off so badly, I nearly changed my mind about leaving a copy of my Black Pearls with him. Really. After all, that Kinko copy cost me some bucks and it didn't make no sense leaving it with somebody I wasn't gonna see no more. ('Cause, hey, when he started giving me the 'talkety-talk,' it was like, Are you breakin up with me, or what? But he just skirted that. He couldn't do it. He came close, but he didn't. So then I said, Let the man complain. Maybe he's got reason. But then he said something that really annoyed me, so I had to wait til I was calm again. And then I said, Go on, girl. Leave your story with him. Maybe he'll appreciate you more. (Did you hear that? Here I am thinkin he don't appreciate me, and he basically said the same thing about me not appreciatin him. I tell ya, there's always two sides to every story. Sometimes only one of them got something to do with "objective reality," but that don't mean it ain't real for the person holding that side. Now where was I ...?)
Oh, yeah. So leavin my ms (short for manuscript, by the way) with RT was part of my plan. Remember, I mentioned deciding to have some folks read it? Well, he's one of them. At first, he tried to get all psychological on me. Asked me why I wanted him to read it. I hate that psychobabble stuff, especially when I can see it a mile away. I just told him to stow it. Was he gonna read it or not? That made him laugh. He's one of them strange men like to be talked back to. If you're nice to him, he'll push and prod and say little nippy things til you come back -- come back hard, come back fast and you ok. Makes him feel good.
So this was all yesterday evening. Today he called and 'thanked me' oh so politely for leaving my ms with him. Hmmm ... I was half asleep at my desk, so I couldn't come back. Then he told me I had him laughing last night. That was nice, I guess. I wasn't meaning to be funny. I was just tired. But I was in a good mood too. I'd just spent an hour talking to my girl, Mammoo. And she was so supportive. It was good to hook up with her again. Had suggestions about getting my books out there again. Gave me energy. Conveyed God's blessings. Of course, there ain't no surprise there. Mammoo's a healer by profession, a nurse at Harlem Hospital. Anyway, I'll be sending her the ms, too. I know she ain't goin to give me no nonsense bout why I want her to read it.
I just got to get it copied. I ain't going near no Kinko. Unh-unh. Gots to find me another solution ... and then ... well, the post office is gonna be seeing me!
Now I called this entry, Trying to Get Back in the Zone Again, and that's cause I'm finally back at the writing. I printed me out a copy of The Palmer Affair and I'm reading through it right now.
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