[persistent, inhuman, perfect rhythmic knocking]
Me: [cracks open door] Oh. 2012. It's you.
2012: [Says nothing, just looms there, all unnerving and clad in deadlines.]
Me: Um. To be honest, I'm not quite ready for you. If you wouldn't mind waiting on the porch while I finish, um, doing my hair? Thanks.
2012: [Doesn't move a freaking muscle.]
Me: Okay OKAY. You've got me. It's not my hair. It's my book! I'm still working on it! But it's getting there. If you'll just WAIT. What's your rush? Maybe, um, maybe you and 2011 could just hang out and chat for a few weeks? He can give you some pointers on how to be a completely spectacular year? Because seriously, 2012, I do not know HOW you are going to top 2011.
2012: [Makes the slightest of movements, just enough to set deadlines rustling.]
Me: OKAY OKAY FINE. Come in. But I am NOT getting you coffee.
[Ten seconds later]
Me: [Meek.] I was just kidding. Can I get you coffee? I have this awesome new espresso maker. My agent gave it to me for Christmas. I think it's her way of telling me to sleep less and work more? Heh heh. And I only sleep like five hours a night! You'll see! I am working my A-- OFF! Don't look at me like that!
2012: [Leans against the wall and crosses arms.]
Okay. So. I'm still working, and I am totally down to the wire. I need to update online info, since I've been getting a lot of emails asking when the sequel to Daughter is coming out and the answer is this fall, but I will not be here much in the coming weeks. I will leave this portrait of me here so you can imagine me at work:
Happy happy happiest new year!
See you soon!
(Peek back, though, I probably won't be able to resist little posts. I would miss you!)