The printed and bound manuscript perched on my desk is taunting me, its siren call a distraction from all the stuff I’m supposed to be doing to prepare for M’s arrival. I promised not to touch it until she gets here from Florida. Right now she’s on I – 10 hurtling to Louisiana so we can start editing tonight.
self: Don’t make stupid freaking promises.)
sitting on my hands for the past five minutes so in lieu of breaking that
promise to M, which would result in her kicking my ass, let me tell you how we
In March M
said, “I betcha we could write a book.” (She’s
been telling me this for years.)
But this time
instead of saying yeah and moving our phone conversation right along, I told
her, “Let’s do it.”
It’s now May,
and we have a rough draft of 55,000 words.
Yep, that’s the manuscript calling to me like a lovely bar of Godiva.
Now don’t get
me wrong. We worked our asses off the
past sixty days. Writing a book isn’t
easy by any means, and we might’ve written a really bad one. We don’t happen to think so, but no one else
has read the sucker yet .
But do you
really wanna hear about all that right now?
Here’s what you
need to know about us.
sassy, independent, and occasionally foul – mouthed. We’re all grown up now, thank you very much,
but we were once very bad girls. We’ve
kept each other’s secrets since 1994.
(Holy shit, that’s eighteen years ago!)
Folks think we’re respectable grown – ups, but M says we’ve got ‘em
We wrote a
book and we’ll talk about it here some and probably try to get you to buy it when
it’s released. (Can you blame us?)
talk more about our friendship and our men, step – mommyhood and the restaurant
business, chronic pain and our multitude of illnesses, growing up on the bayou
and growing up on a prison.
Fair warning –
we will rant about the things we love and the things we hate, probably with a
curse word or two thrown in (M would say three, but she’s not here so you don’t
have to listen to her.)
We are LM
I’m L. She’s M.
(I’m the nice one.)