Tessa Bailey | Maybe It's Just Me?

At my old job, as a leasing agent for a property management company, I interacted with people all day long. Tenants, co-workers, delivery people. Now, I’m alone with a computer. A lot. Sitting in silence with my thoughts, oftentimes staring at a blinking cursor. It’s usually at this point that my brain tries to distract me. So I thought I would share with you ten thoughts authors have during the day (or maybe it’s just me).

1. I shouldn’t eat this. Just because my word count is mocking me, doesn’t mean I should eat a fist full of chocolate chips. Don’t eat it. Ah God, I can’t believe I ate that. Now I have to sit here all day knowing I ate that.

2. Stop complaining. Other people have way harder jobs. Writing a book is hard, yes. But you could have fallen into taxidermy. Or married a coroner. Wait, I should totally write a book about a family of coroners. Has someone already written that? (opens Amazon)

3. My last tweet was dumb.

4. My last Facebook post was pointless and rambling.

5. Is my family okay out there? It actually sounds like something just blew up. I should go out and help. But if I do that, they’ll never learn how to fix their own messes. Wow. You’re selfish. You shouldn’t be a mother or a wife. OR maybe you’re like Jesus, teaching people to fish so they can feed themselves for life. Okay, time for a break. You just compared yourself to Jesus.

6. Coffee would be nice. But that would mean getting up. And if I get up, I’m just going to get another fist full of chocolate chips.

7. My last tweet was dumb. Wait. No. Two people favorited it. It’s all good.

8. Do I have time to pause this project? And write a proposal about a family of coroners who are secretly in the witness protection program? Two sisters, two brothers, all in their twenties and each has their own special talent. No. NO. Get back to what you were doing. Idiot.

9. I’ll make up for this sh*tty word count tomorrow. Because tomorrow is when all the words are going to flow. I won’t drink tonight to ensure I’m in top form (or I’ll just have one glass of wine and stop). I’m going to be a fiend, just cranking out chapters. Yup. Tomorrow is a 4k day.

10. Maybe I’ll give my hero a normal sized penis. (Just kidding. LOLOL. I’ve never once thought that).

About Tessa Bailey

Tessa Bailey is originally from Carlsbad, California. The day after high school graduation, she packed her yearbook, ripped jeans and laptop, driving cross-country to New York City in under four days.

Her most valuable life experiences were learned thereafter while waitressing at K-Dees, a Manhattan pub owned by her uncle. Inside those four walls, she met her husband, best friend and discovered the magic of classic rock, managing to put herself through Kingsborough Community College and the English program at Pace University at the same time. Several stunted attempts to enter the work force as a journalist followed, but romance writing continued to demand her attention.

She now lives in Brooklyn, New York with her husband of seven years and three-year-old daughter. Although she is severely sleep-deprived, she is incredibly happy to be living her dream of writing about people falling in love.

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