God Hates a Procrastinator.

So, after the extremely satisfying task of express mailing my signed contract for Book #3 off to my agent in NY…

I'm in the mountains of Bali and this will be on my agent's desk in NYC in 3 days?! Humans really can be so impressive sometimes.

…I’m on my way back from the supermarket, winding my way down a cute little shoppy street and accidentally hobble right into The Monkey Forest (didn’t realize where I was) with a bagful of bananas.

Doh!
A blurry minute of shredded plastic and flying bananas later, I’m whisked off to my hotel on the back of a motorcycle taxi.

I would now like to officially thank The Universe for its continued support in the writing of my soon-to-be Bestselling book in the following ways:

1.) Providing me with Blimpy, The Ankle.

2.) Unleashing torrential downpours every time I’m writing and attempt to get up and procrastinate.  Every time. Seriously, I even think of going out to get a bowl of something called something like bebek betutu when I’m not really even that hungry or take a swim or go see if I can’t round up some more of them sweet smelling flowers and the skies open up.  It’s honestly a little creepy.

3.) Sicking a gang of monkeys on me when I attempt to turn a quick trip into town to mail off my contract into a massive shopping bender even though my ankle feels like lots of tiny teeth are chewing on it.  And it has, of course, suddenly started to rain.

4.) Shutting down the entire island of Bali today for Nyebi (Hindu New Years), making it basically illegal for me to do anything other than write.

I’m scared if I take a whole day off I’ll go blind.